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 2 |
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... JAMES ALGIE AND JOHN PARK . Here Lyes James Algie and John Park , in the Parroch of Eastwood , who suffered [ for ] the Oath of Adjuratione , 1685 . Stay , passenger , as thou goeth by And take ane look q ' they doe ly , Who , for the ...
... JAMES ALGIE AND JOHN PARK . Here Lyes James Algie and John Park , in the Parroch of Eastwood , who suffered [ for ] the Oath of Adjuratione , 1685 . Stay , passenger , as thou goeth by And take ane look q ' they doe ly , Who , for the ...
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... breeze . Hail ! blessed hour ! may thy return persuade Many to come and look to Christ for aid , Who hath declared— “ To him , who calls on me , I will give life and immortality " NOTES . Sir James and Robert Sempill . The Sempills 494.
... breeze . Hail ! blessed hour ! may thy return persuade Many to come and look to Christ for aid , Who hath declared— “ To him , who calls on me , I will give life and immortality " NOTES . Sir James and Robert Sempill . The Sempills 494.
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... James , better known perhaps than either of his predecessors , was the last Sempill of Beltrees , as difficulties in which he was involved by " cautionrie " obliged him to sell the family estate . His poem , entitled The Banish- ment of ...
... James , better known perhaps than either of his predecessors , was the last Sempill of Beltrees , as difficulties in which he was involved by " cautionrie " obliged him to sell the family estate . His poem , entitled The Banish- ment of ...
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... James Paterson ** ANDREW WIL26 - N was a hand - loom weaver , and continued at that occupation ail his life in his native town of Paisley , where he died in 1944 ... He was an associate of Tannahill and Wilson , and writes of the latter ...
... James Paterson ** ANDREW WIL26 - N was a hand - loom weaver , and continued at that occupation ail his life in his native town of Paisley , where he died in 1944 ... He was an associate of Tannahill and Wilson , and writes of the latter ...
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... James King was born in 1776 , in Causeyside Street , Paisley . His paternal ancestors , for many generations , were small farmers . In his seventh year he was put to school , but his instruction there was confined to a little reading ...
... James King was born in 1776 , in Causeyside Street , Paisley . His paternal ancestors , for many generations , were small farmers . In his seventh year he was put to school , but his instruction there was confined to a little reading ...
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Page 173 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper, as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Page 201 - O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow ; Even in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven ; Where to the eye of Faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
Page 171 - Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, What our wee heads could think ! When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee. Oh, mind ye how we hung our heads, How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the schule-weans laughing said We cleeked thegither hame ? And mind ye o...
Page 170 - The thochts o* bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi...
Page 256 - Who — as she smiles in the silvery light, Spreading her wings on the bosom of night Alone on the deep — as the moon in the sky A phantom of beauty ! — could deem with a sigh That so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin, And souls that are smitten lie bursting within?
Page 256 - Tis thus with our life while it passes along, Like a vessel at sea, amid sunshine and song ! Gaily we glide, in the gaze of the world, With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurled ; All gladness and glory, to wandering eyes, Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs...
Page 255 - O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on ; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale...
Page 256 - Night on the waves ! — and the moon is on high, Hung like a gem on the brow of the sky, Treading its depths in the power of her might, And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light...
Page 194 - ... Diadem ; And through the wicket with a glide I slipped, and sat me down beside The youngest of those Infants fair, And wreathed the blossoms round her hair. 'Who placed these flowers on William's head?' His little wondering Sister said, ' A wreath not half so bright and gay Crowned me, upon the morn of May, Queen of that sunny Holiday.' The tiny Monarch laughed aloud With pride among the loving crowd, And, with my shrillest voice, I lent A chorus to their merriment ; Then with such murmur as...
Page 162 - Or shall this heart its purpose fail, This arm forget to slay? I trample down such idle doubt ! Harald's high blood hath sprung From sires whose hands in martial bout Have ne'er belied their tongue : Nor keener, from their castled rock, Rush eagles on their prey Than, panting for the battle-shock, Young Harald leads the way.