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... Allan Cunningham , at that time a common stone - mason , and certainly one of the most original poets Scotland has pro- duced , who communicated to him a vast quantity of most amusing and in- teresting information concerning the manners ...
... Allan Cunningham , at that time a common stone - mason , and certainly one of the most original poets Scotland has pro- duced , who communicated to him a vast quantity of most amusing and in- teresting information concerning the manners ...
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... Allan Cunningham . Some verses there are in the volume unquestion- ably of an old date , ( and these , by the way , are not Nithsdale and Galloway songs at all , ) but the compositions , which we intend to quote , are either entirely ...
... Allan Cunningham . Some verses there are in the volume unquestion- ably of an old date , ( and these , by the way , are not Nithsdale and Galloway songs at all , ) but the compositions , which we intend to quote , are either entirely ...
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... Allan Cunningham . Who but himself and Miss Jean Walker ever heard the following ballad previously to the publication of these reliques ? The sun rises bright in France , And fair sits he ; But he has tint the blythe blink he had In my ...
... Allan Cunningham . Who but himself and Miss Jean Walker ever heard the following ballad previously to the publication of these reliques ? The sun rises bright in France , And fair sits he ; But he has tint the blythe blink he had In my ...
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... Allan Cunningham . It is founded on a traditional story of a daughter of the Lord Maxwell of Nithsdale , ac- companying in disguise a peasant to a rustic dancing - tryste . There is no- thing more interesting , or better illus- trative ...
... Allan Cunningham . It is founded on a traditional story of a daughter of the Lord Maxwell of Nithsdale , ac- companying in disguise a peasant to a rustic dancing - tryste . There is no- thing more interesting , or better illus- trative ...
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... Allan Cunningham's " Lass of Preston Mill . ” Why does it not find its way into mu- sical collections ? The lark had left the evening cloud , The dew fell saft , the wind was lowne , Its gentle breath amang the flowers Scarce stirred ...
... Allan Cunningham's " Lass of Preston Mill . ” Why does it not find its way into mu- sical collections ? The lark had left the evening cloud , The dew fell saft , the wind was lowne , Its gentle breath amang the flowers Scarce stirred ...
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Page 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Page 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Page 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Page 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Page 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Page 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.