Spirits of love, who wander on, Star of the brave!-whose beam hath shed, Steer, hither steer, your winged pines, Subdued by misfortunes, and bowed down with pain, Summer comes, and in her train, note Author of Home," 198 The gloamin' frse the welkin high, Take, oh, take those lips away, That life's a faught there is nae doubt, Tell me where's the violet fled, The bell had toll'd the midnight hour, The boatswain's shrill whistle pip'd all hands ahoy, The health I once so much enjoyed, The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left, They lighted a taper at the dead hour of night, The smoke from yon cottage no longer is rising, The song that lightens the languid way. 370 The storm sweeps wildly through the sky. John Sia, 324 The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond, The sun was wearing down the lift, The wandering exile, doom'd to roam, The warrior came down from his tent on the hill, This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes, on his head, This pledge of affection, dear Ellen, receive, Thou art not false, but thou art fickle, Thou dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see, "Tis sweet, when in the glowing west, note "Twas a keen frosty morn, and the snow heavy falling, 'Twas in a lonely cottage dwelling, "Twas in the evening of a wintry day, Vale of the cross, the shepherds tell, note Roscoe, 82 Weep no more by shading tree, Weep not for the fallen brave, We'll meet beside the dusky glen, by yon burn side, Well! thou art happy, and I feel, What though 'tis true I've talk'd of love, Where dost thou bide, bless'd soul of my love, Why so sad is my heart, thus to leave thee alane, Yon wandering rill that marks the hill, Zephyr, whither art thou straying? 360 INDEX To Songs and other Poetical Pieces, never before Published. W. M'Laren, 332 Robt. Glassford, 175 From his booth on the hill, the sad shepherd retires, Her kiss was soft and sweet, How ardently my bosom glows, How still is the night and how death-like the gloom, I have known what it was to be happy and gay, . note 32 8 Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, My father and mother now lie with the dead, Now clos'd for aye thy coal-black een, O cease, ye howling winds, to blow, O check, my love, the falling tear, O fare ye weel, fair Cartha's side, O Harp! that cheered my trembling limbs, O heard you the Mermaid of the sea, note Oh! holy be the sod, Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat, O! if you hae a heart to spare, OI hae twin'd wi' meikle love, On blythsome mead at morn to stray, O once I felt love, but I feel it no more, On the dark forest side, an old minstrel sat playing, O sleep not, Mosca, but wait for thy love, O thou hast seen the lily fair, Ovir Castell and Towre, ovir Citie and Toune, See in pride of summer growing, The pearl of the fountain, The primrose may blaw in the dawn o' the spring, There's none to soothe my soul to rest, The rose that blooms on yonder brier, The smoke from yon cottage no longer is rising, The storm sweeps wildly through the sky The sun was wearing down the lift, John Sim, 52 John Sim, 96 Why so sad is my heart, thus to leave thee alane, Yes, dearest maid, I love thee still, note |