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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... night ; But I repose in Jacobs God of might , He will undoubtedly , ere it be long , Both judge their cause , and eke revenge their wrong . Albeit their bones be buried in the dust , In God omnipotent I put my trust : ( As in the sacred ...
... night ; But I repose in Jacobs God of might , He will undoubtedly , ere it be long , Both judge their cause , and eke revenge their wrong . Albeit their bones be buried in the dust , In God omnipotent I put my trust : ( As in the sacred ...
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... night , With little sleep , until it was day light . And by the peep of day he early rose , And trim'd him finely in his holy - dayes hose , And to Sir Johns own chamber straight he went , Who was attending ; So with one assent , They ...
... night , With little sleep , until it was day light . And by the peep of day he early rose , And trim'd him finely in his holy - dayes hose , And to Sir Johns own chamber straight he went , Who was attending ; So with one assent , They ...
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... night , and the dark shade . Sitting allon , and lying one my bed , I am soe Tossd ' twixt hope and dire dispair ; Whyls hoping you'll be as kind as ye are fair , And will relent , and favor me at last ; Nixt in my thoughts come dread ...
... night , and the dark shade . Sitting allon , and lying one my bed , I am soe Tossd ' twixt hope and dire dispair ; Whyls hoping you'll be as kind as ye are fair , And will relent , and favor me at last ; Nixt in my thoughts come dread ...
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... night The aspiring lark , who with his beams uprose , Seeks in the shade to find a soft repose ; The sanguine raven , now leaves off his prey , Sleeps in his wing , and so forgets to slay . Now , all the flowers their spangled bosom ...
... night The aspiring lark , who with his beams uprose , Seeks in the shade to find a soft repose ; The sanguine raven , now leaves off his prey , Sleeps in his wing , and so forgets to slay . Now , all the flowers their spangled bosom ...
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... night that day And Baby she sits in the kill , And she kens a ' that passes " Wha likes a roaring horn o ' yill , And wha likes bonny lassies ( " The kirk - yard now is tightly fill'd , And some , without reflection , Wad swear , aff ...
... night that day And Baby she sits in the kill , And she kens a ' that passes " Wha likes a roaring horn o ' yill , And wha likes bonny lassies ( " The kirk - yard now is tightly fill'd , And some , without reflection , Wad swear , aff ...
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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.