The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire, Volume 1 |
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... Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and
a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire. His very foot has music in ' t As he
comes up the stair ! And shall I see his face again , And shall I hear him speak !
... Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and
a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire. His very foot has music in ' t As he
comes up the stair ! And shall I see his face again , And shall I hear him speak !
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... I ' m wae to hear thy sughing winds , I ' m wae to see thy snaw , For my bonnie
brave young Highlander , The lad I lo ' e sae dear , Has vow ' d to come and see
me , In the spring o ' the year . O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME .
... I ' m wae to hear thy sughing winds , I ' m wae to see thy snaw , For my bonnie
brave young Highlander , The lad I lo ' e sae dear , Has vow ' d to come and see
me , In the spring o ' the year . O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME .
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Stay , lady , stay , for mercy ' s sake , And hear a helpless orphan ' s tale ! Oh !
sure my looks must pity wake ," Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was
once a mother ' s pride , And my brave father ' s hope and joy ; But in the Nile ' s ...
Stay , lady , stay , for mercy ' s sake , And hear a helpless orphan ' s tale ! Oh !
sure my looks must pity wake ," Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was
once a mother ' s pride , And my brave father ' s hope and joy ; But in the Nile ' s ...
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With a concern which it is utterly impossible to suppress , we hear the awfully
comprehensive signal to engage , “ Arouse for death or victory . " In harsh grating
sounds , which enter the very soul , we are informed of legions “ Rushing to the ...
With a concern which it is utterly impossible to suppress , we hear the awfully
comprehensive signal to engage , “ Arouse for death or victory . " In harsh grating
sounds , which enter the very soul , we are informed of legions “ Rushing to the ...
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Yet none shall hear the sigh That struggles to be free , No tear shall trace this
sallow cheek , No murmur burst from me . Tho ' silent be my woe , ' Tis not the
less severeForlorn I brood on former joys To love and mem ' ry dear . She minds
na o ...
Yet none shall hear the sigh That struggles to be free , No tear shall trace this
sallow cheek , No murmur burst from me . Tho ' silent be my woe , ' Tis not the
less severeForlorn I brood on former joys To love and mem ' ry dear . She minds
na o ...
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Page 279 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 226 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 332 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 5 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 381 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 413 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Page 265 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here, Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Page 410 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Page 4 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 16 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 411 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
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| Title | The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire, Volume 1 The Harp of Renfrewshire: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original) Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire, William Motherwell |
| Contributor | William Motherwell |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | A. Gardner, 1872 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 17 Nov 2005 |
| Length | 454 pages |
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