The English PoetsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... maun bow . Jenny . I've done . I yield dear lassie , I maun yield ; Your better sense has fairly won the field , With the assistance of a little fae Lies dern'd ' within my breast this mony a day . PATIE AND PEGGY . Patie . By the ...
... maun bow . Jenny . I've done . I yield dear lassie , I maun yield ; Your better sense has fairly won the field , With the assistance of a little fae Lies dern'd ' within my breast this mony a day . PATIE AND PEGGY . Patie . By the ...
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... maun tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town . My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on , My hose o ' pearl blue ; Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His ...
... maun tell the bailie's wife That Colin's come to town . My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on , My hose o ' pearl blue ; Tis a ' to please my ain gudeman , For he's baith leal and true . Sae true his words , sae smooth his speech , His ...
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... maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . Nae mair , at Logan kirk , will he , Atween the preachings , meet wi ' me— Meet wi ' me , or when it's mirk , Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk . I weel may sing thae days are gane ...
... maun face his faes , Far , far frae me and Logan braes . Nae mair , at Logan kirk , will he , Atween the preachings , meet wi ' me— Meet wi ' me , or when it's mirk , Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk . I weel may sing thae days are gane ...
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... maun guide it cannie , 0 : But warl's gear ne'er troubles me , My thoughts are a ' , my Nanie , O. Our auld Guidman delights to view His sheep an ' kye thrive bonie , O ; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh , An ' has nae care but ...
... maun guide it cannie , 0 : But warl's gear ne'er troubles me , My thoughts are a ' , my Nanie , O. Our auld Guidman delights to view His sheep an ' kye thrive bonie , O ; But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh , An ' has nae care but ...
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... maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessing wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An ' naething , now , to big2 a new one ...
... maun live ! A daimen - icker in a thrave ' S a sma ' request : I'll get a blessing wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An ' naething , now , to big2 a new one ...
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Page 568 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 331 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 260 - Prince of Peace ! Hail! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
Page 551 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ;' But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Page 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 318 - Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade ; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way : Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain!
Page 580 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 380 - That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...