It is pleasant to gaze on the deep blue sky, 202 It was the froggie in the well, 65 Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, 228 Like as Acteon found the fatal bounds, 126 Love in my bosom, like a bee, 30 More chaste than fair Diana, first in place, 124 CONTENTS. Of flattering speech, with sugar'd words, beware, 247 PAGE 15 Pleasant were the hours by Erne's stream a-wandering, 54 Play thou the Sidney to thy native soil, Round the fond heart plays the smile of hope, She that denies me, I would have, 53 Shun delays, they breed remorse, 43 Sing we, and chant it, 40 Smile through thy tears, like the blush moss-rose, 231 The damsel who roams like a bee 'mongst the flowers, 230 The dew drops that at first of day, 46 The dew no more shall weep, 82 The fountain smokes, and yet no flames they show, The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, 93 There is a jewel which no Indian mines can buy, 16 There were three ravens sat on a tree, 62 There was ane May, and she lo'ed nae men, 166 There was a pretty plough-boy, 224 Three maidens a-milking did go, .144 Threescore and ten of us, poor auld maidens, 146 Thou snowy farm, with thy five tenements, Though bonnie raise the winter moon, Thou knows brave gallant, that our Scottish brains, - 'Tis a dreary dell, when December's snows, 232 128 84 220 'Tis April! yet the snow-storm hovers round, 203 - 16 119 163 Welcome, my Johnny, beardless an' bonny, 150 What saith my dainty darling, When autumn ripes the fruitful fields of grain, When early scenes and other years, When faries dance light on the grass, When first mine eyes did view and mark, 23 When from the blue sky traces of the daylight, - When whispering strains do softy steal, Where are you, fair maids, With fragrant flowers we strew the way, Will ye go to Aldavalloch, Who likes to love, let him take heed, Who prostrate lies at woman's feet, Ye happy swains, whose hearts are free, Yon winter bower is fairer, You that wont to my pipes sound, Young echo lived within a rock, JAMES HEDDERWICK AND SON, PRINTERS. |