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 RenfrewshireWilliam Motherwell |
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... dark ravens repos'd ? For a moment they're hid , but soon shall the veil Which o'ershadows them vanish away ! With the dawning of morn their return I shall hail , And their beauty again I'll survey . But where are the thoughts that once ...
... dark ravens repos'd ? For a moment they're hid , but soon shall the veil Which o'ershadows them vanish away ! With the dawning of morn their return I shall hail , And their beauty again I'll survey . But where are the thoughts that once ...
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... dark was Fingal's hall , Sad was the lovely Morna . O lovely were the blue - ey'd maids , That sung peace to the warrior's shade , But none so fair as Morna . Her hallow'd tears bedew'd the brake , That wav'd beside dark Orma's lake ...
... dark was Fingal's hall , Sad was the lovely Morna . O lovely were the blue - ey'd maids , That sung peace to the warrior's shade , But none so fair as Morna . Her hallow'd tears bedew'd the brake , That wav'd beside dark Orma's lake ...
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... dark wave thro ' its light foaming cover , And chill grew her heart as she thought on her lover . Long has she wander'd , her maiden heart fearing ; Wild rolls her eye but no bark is appearing , No kind star of light thro ' the dark sky ...
... dark wave thro ' its light foaming cover , And chill grew her heart as she thought on her lover . Long has she wander'd , her maiden heart fearing ; Wild rolls her eye but no bark is appearing , No kind star of light thro ' the dark sky ...
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... dark , Blythe waukens by the daisy's side , And mounts and sings on flittering wings , A wae - worn ghaist I hameward glide . And maun I still , & c . Come , Winter , with thine angry howl , And raging bend the naked tree ; Thy gloom ...
... dark , Blythe waukens by the daisy's side , And mounts and sings on flittering wings , A wae - worn ghaist I hameward glide . And maun I still , & c . Come , Winter , with thine angry howl , And raging bend the naked tree ; Thy gloom ...
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... Scotland to hold in thrall . But the Wallace wight was dead and gone , And Robert was on his death - bed , And dark was the hall where the minstrel sung Of chiefs that for Scotia bled . P But oft , as twilight stole o'er the steep , 41.
... Scotland to hold in thrall . But the Wallace wight was dead and gone , And Robert was on his death - bed , And dark was the hall where the minstrel sung Of chiefs that for Scotia bled . P But oft , as twilight stole o'er the steep , 41.
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Page 283 - 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. 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. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 336 - 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 385 - Row, brothers, row ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 417 - 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 269 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 415 - 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.
Page 283 - 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 had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. 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. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 416 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten...
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.
Page 273 - THE YOUNG MAY MOON. THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove,* When the drowsy world is dreaming, love ! Then awake ! — the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.