Poems, 第 1 卷W. Kent, 1881 |
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... Whistle o'er the lave o't 173 O can ye labour lea ? 173 There's a Youth in this City O were I on Parnassus ' Hill 174 O were my Love yon Lilac fair My Heart's in the Highlands Blithe hae I been on yon Hill 175 175 176 177 Come , let me ...
... Whistle o'er the lave o't 173 O can ye labour lea ? 173 There's a Youth in this City O were I on Parnassus ' Hill 174 O were my Love yon Lilac fair My Heart's in the Highlands Blithe hae I been on yon Hill 175 175 176 177 Come , let me ...
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... whistle , and I'll come to you . Adown winding Nith · The ruined Maid's Lament Her flowing Locks Song The discreet Hint Deluded Swain , the pleasure Farewell , thou Stream ! Hey for a Lass wi a Tocher ! My ain kind Dearie , O ! My ...
... whistle , and I'll come to you . Adown winding Nith · The ruined Maid's Lament Her flowing Locks Song The discreet Hint Deluded Swain , the pleasure Farewell , thou Stream ! Hey for a Lass wi a Tocher ! My ain kind Dearie , O ! My ...
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... bristled hair stood like a stake , When wi ' an eldritch stour , quaick - quaick-- Amang the springs Away ye squattered , like a drake , On whistling wings . Let warlocks grim , an ' withered hags , Tell 60 THE POEMS OF.
... bristled hair stood like a stake , When wi ' an eldritch stour , quaick - quaick-- Amang the springs Away ye squattered , like a drake , On whistling wings . Let warlocks grim , an ' withered hags , Tell 60 THE POEMS OF.
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... sun , sweet , in the green thorn - bush ; The soaring lark , the perching redbreast shrill , Or deep - toned plovers , grey , wild - whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the peasant's lowly shed , 72 THE POEMS OF The Brigs of Ayr.
... sun , sweet , in the green thorn - bush ; The soaring lark , the perching redbreast shrill , Or deep - toned plovers , grey , wild - whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the peasant's lowly shed , 72 THE POEMS OF The Brigs of Ayr.
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... whistling glee , Proud o ' the height o ' some bit half - lang tree : The hoary morns precede the sunny days , Mild , calm , serene , wide spreads the noontide blaze , While thick the gossamour waves wanton in the rays . ' Twas in that ...
... whistling glee , Proud o ' the height o ' some bit half - lang tree : The hoary morns precede the sunny days , Mild , calm , serene , wide spreads the noontide blaze , While thick the gossamour waves wanton in the rays . ' Twas in that ...
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Amang arms auld banks bear birds blithe bloom body bonnie bosom braes braw breast bring charms comes dear dearie e'en e'er face fair Farewell fate fear fell flowers frae glen green guid hame hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hill hour I'll ilka Jean John king kiss laddie land lass lassie leave light live lo'es Lord lover mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er owre peace pleasure poor pride round seen sing smile spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought Till true wander weary weel Whistle wife wild Willie wind winter young
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第 22 頁 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
第 21 頁 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
第 98 頁 - Thou's met me in an evil hour : For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing blithe to greet The purpling East.
第 174 頁 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?
第 19 頁 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
第 22 頁 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
第 126 頁 - MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
第 229 頁 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
第 18 頁 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
第 217 頁 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.