All white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream, Joanna Baillie, 157 Amid Loch-Catrine's scenery wild, Blow on, ye wild winds, o'er his hallowed grave, note Blythely I hae screwed my pipes, W. M'Laren, 332 135 By the side of a mountain, o'ershadowed with trees, 300 Can a crown give content, note 218 Claudine lived contented, and peace was her lot, Fair dream of my slumber, sad thoughts of my waking, Farewell! if ever fondest prayer, Byron, 142 Farewell, oh sweet hope! I have wept thee in sadness, From his booth on the hill, the sad shepherd retires, . note 298 . Robt. Glassford, 175 How ardently my bosom glows, James Yool, 56 How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine, 280 How green the fields, the flowers how fair, How still is the night, and how death-like the gloom, I have known what it was to be happy and gay, In vain thou call'st for a mirthful smile, Isabelle! Isabelle! hark to my soft lute, I saw from the beach when the morning was shining, I saw thee weep-the big bright tear, I saw thy form in youthful prime, Is there a man whose breast ne'er glow'd, Its filmy wing of azure hue, It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, note Fanny de Beauharnois, 361 I've no sheep on the mountains, nor boat on the lake, Joanna Baillie, 69 note Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around, note 194 . Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, Loud roar'd the tempest, the night was descending, Love will not bloom where envy breathes, Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow, My father and mother now lie with the dead, My friend is the man I would copy through life, Nae mair we'll meet again, my love, by yon burn side, O beauty, peerless is thy glow, O cease, ye howling winds, to blow, O check, my love, the falling tear, O cherub, Content, at thy moss-covered shrine, Oh! bright rose the sun on the beautiful ocean, 181 O heard you the Mermaid of the sea, R. Allan, 310 O! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Oh! I hae lost my silken snood, 7 Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat, note Oh! weep not, sweet maid, though the bright Once in the flight of ages past, Once more, enchanting girl, adieu, On the dark forest side an old minstrel sat playing, O poortith cauld, and restless love, O sleep not, Mosca, but wait for thy love, slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, O stop na, bonnie bird, that strain, O Tibby I hae seen the day, O turn from me those stars of light, Our father's brow was cold, his eye, O weep not thus,-we both shall know, O, when again shall my eyes rove, O, when shall I visit the land of my birth, O white foaming Rhaider, by thy roaring fall, O! who rides by night through the woodlands so wild, note O Willie, weel I mind, I lent you my hand, She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, |