Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
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... bonny Peggy , O . Now , alas ! these scenes are o ' er , bonny Peggy , 0 ; Now ,
alas ! we meet no more , bonny Peggy , 0 , No - oh ! ne ' er again , I ween , Will
we meet at summer e ' en , On the banks of Cart sae green , bonny Peggy , 0 .
... bonny Peggy , O . Now , alas ! these scenes are o ' er , bonny Peggy , 0 ; Now ,
alas ! we meet no more , bonny Peggy , 0 , No - oh ! ne ' er again , I ween , Will
we meet at summer e ' en , On the banks of Cart sae green , bonny Peggy , 0 .
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Nae mair we ' ll meet again , my love , by yon burn side , Nae mair we ' ll wander
through the grove , by yon burn side , Ne ' er again the mavis ' lay Will we hail at
close o ' day , For we ne ' er again will stray , down by yon burn side . Yet mem ...
Nae mair we ' ll meet again , my love , by yon burn side , Nae mair we ' ll wander
through the grove , by yon burn side , Ne ' er again the mavis ' lay Will we hail at
close o ' day , For we ne ' er again will stray , down by yon burn side . Yet mem ...
Page 169
No , Mary , we can meet nae mair , Thou ' st fause been to thysel and me , Thou '
st left me for anither ' s sake , The thing I cou ' dna done to thee . The bosom aft
that pillow ' d thee , That bosom how cou ' dst thou forsake ! The heart that was ...
No , Mary , we can meet nae mair , Thou ' st fause been to thysel and me , Thou '
st left me for anither ' s sake , The thing I cou ' dna done to thee . The bosom aft
that pillow ' d thee , That bosom how cou ' dst thou forsake ! The heart that was ...
Page 368
I wish we twa had never met , My heart had ne ' er been sair , Katy ; I ne ' er will
that sad thought forget , “ We ' ll maybe meet nae mair , Katy . " My widow ' d heart
is lanely now , Tho ' ance frae sorrow free , Katy , But it will keep its warmest vow
...
I wish we twa had never met , My heart had ne ' er been sair , Katy ; I ne ' er will
that sad thought forget , “ We ' ll maybe meet nae mair , Katy . " My widow ' d heart
is lanely now , Tho ' ance frae sorrow free , Katy , But it will keep its warmest vow
...
Page 425
We ' ll meet beside the dusky glen , on yon burn side , Where the bushes form a
cozie den , on yon burn side , Tho ' the broomy knowes be green , Yet there we
may be seen , Bat we ' ll meet - we ' ll meet , at e ' en , down by yon burn side .
We ' ll meet beside the dusky glen , on yon burn side , Where the bushes form a
cozie den , on yon burn side , Tho ' the broomy knowes be green , Yet there we
may be seen , Bat we ' ll meet - we ' ll meet , at e ' en , down by yon burn side .
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Page 334 - 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 2 - 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. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 281 - 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 136 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
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Page 382 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 271 - 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.
Page 414 - 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...
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| Title | Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
| Author | Renfrew county |
| Editor | William Motherwell |
| Contributor | Scottish poets |
| Published | 1821 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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