The Songs of Scotland, Ancient and Modern: With an Introduction and Notes, Historical and Critical, and Characters of the Lyric Poets, Том 4J. Taylor, 1825 |
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... wave in the breeze , All freshly steep'd in morning dews . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . The merry ploughboy cheers his team ...
... wave in the breeze , All freshly steep'd in morning dews . In vain to me the cowslips blaw , In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . The merry ploughboy cheers his team ...
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... wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream— Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . The pastoral feeling , which ...
... wave . Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , Flow gently , sweet river , the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream— Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . The pastoral feeling , which ...
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... wave around , And o'er the stream your shadows throw , Which sweetly winds so far below ; What secret charm to memory brings , All that on Evan's border springs ? Sweet banks ! ye bloom by Mary's side : Blest stream ! she views thee ...
... wave around , And o'er the stream your shadows throw , Which sweetly winds so far below ; What secret charm to memory brings , All that on Evan's border springs ? Sweet banks ! ye bloom by Mary's side : Blest stream ! she views thee ...
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... wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr . " Tis not the surging billow's roar , " Tis not that fatal , deadly shore ; Though death in ev'ry shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear : But round ...
... wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr . " Tis not the surging billow's roar , " Tis not that fatal , deadly shore ; Though death in ev'ry shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear : But round ...
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... waves ' dashing roar , There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows fleeting as air ? To thy new ...
... waves ' dashing roar , There would I weep my woes , There seek my lost repose , Till grief my eyes should close , Ne'er to wake more . Falsest of womankind , canst thou declare All thy fond plighted vows fleeting as air ? To thy new ...
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Стр. 354 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Стр. 315 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Стр. 353 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Стр. 29 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Стр. 322 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Стр. 313 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Стр. 12 - O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase. only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Стр. 351 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Стр. 2 - 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', Let him follow me!
Стр. 9 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a