The Poetical Works of Hector Macneill, Esq, Tom 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1801 |
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... flew ; While Freedom , loud , in raptur'd tone Her clarion blew ! -Enchanting morn ! whase magic reign Brak forging thraldom's galling chain ; Led Ceres , wi ' her laughing train And gowden store Round Bannockburn's ensanguin'd plain ...
... flew ; While Freedom , loud , in raptur'd tone Her clarion blew ! -Enchanting morn ! whase magic reign Brak forging thraldom's galling chain ; Led Ceres , wi ' her laughing train And gowden store Round Bannockburn's ensanguin'd plain ...
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... flew ! He's gane ! -he's gane ! -Strevlina , mourn ! Ah ! drap the saut tear on his urn ! The light again will ne'er return That cheer'd ye a ' ; The fire that bleiz'd nae mair will burn In yonder ha ' ! GRANDEUR : AN ODE . Sæpius ...
... flew ! He's gane ! -he's gane ! -Strevlina , mourn ! Ah ! drap the saut tear on his urn ! The light again will ne'er return That cheer'd ye a ' ; The fire that bleiz'd nae mair will burn In yonder ha ' ! GRANDEUR : AN ODE . Sæpius ...
Strona 119
... flew ! Cheer'd with celestial rays that chas'd the gloom , The fainting mourner wak'd — as from the tomb ; Saw the sweet harbinger of joy again Steal on soft tip - toe to the bed of pain ; O'er the cold breast her mantling vestments ...
... flew ! Cheer'd with celestial rays that chas'd the gloom , The fainting mourner wak'd — as from the tomb ; Saw the sweet harbinger of joy again Steal on soft tip - toe to the bed of pain ; O'er the cold breast her mantling vestments ...
Strona 136
... flew ; Ay smooth'd the past , and wak'd the smile To prospects new . Whan warfare ceas'd its wild uproar To Elephanta's + far - fam'd shore I led ye ardent to explore Wi ' panting heart , Her idol monuments o ' yore And sculptur'd art ...
... flew ; Ay smooth'd the past , and wak'd the smile To prospects new . Whan warfare ceas'd its wild uproar To Elephanta's + far - fam'd shore I led ye ardent to explore Wi ' panting heart , Her idol monuments o ' yore And sculptur'd art ...
Strona 137
Hector Macneill. Sweet flew the hours ! ( the toil your boast ) On smiling Salsett's cave - wrought coast ! - Though hope was tint - tho ' a ' was cross'd * Nae dread alarms Ye felt - fond fool ! in wonder lost And nature's charms ! Frae ...
Hector Macneill. Sweet flew the hours ! ( the toil your boast ) On smiling Salsett's cave - wrought coast ! - Though hope was tint - tho ' a ' was cross'd * Nae dread alarms Ye felt - fond fool ! in wonder lost And nature's charms ! Frae ...
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amang the hether auld beautiful Beltan bloom bonie boy Tammy brae braw breast busk ca'd canna canty Carlo Gesualdo Carse of Stirling castle cauld charm cheer cheer'd chiel court dear lassie directs by Longman e'en Edwards's Hist Eirin O s'dhu fair fause flew Forth's frae Gaelic gloom glow gowd gowden green Gutcher heart highland laddie hinny ilka Jamaica Johnie joys King's Park kirk laddie lassie loo'd luve luve's Mally Aiken mammy Mary bawn maun mild mither mohátel na dousku morn muse naithing numbers o'er onie owre plaidy plain pleas'd PLEYDELL POEMS raptur'd Robert Southey s'dhu ma rūn saft sang Scottish shore sigh'd smile snaw stane Stirling Strevlina's sweet tear thegither thrang THREE MILE RIVER tocher tower tree walth warm weel ween Whan Whar whase wind ye'll ne'er young
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Strona 67 - Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door, While here in my arms I lock mine!" He ends wi' a kiss and a smile — Wae's me! can I tak' it amiss? My laddie's unpractised in guile, He's free aye to daut and to ki.ss! Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment Your wooers wi...
Strona 42 - His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.' ' Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ; Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back: He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Strona 153 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Strona 42 - The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ; He's thretty, and I am but three-score and twa. Be frank now and kindly — I'll busk ye aye finely ; To kirk or to market there few gang sae braw ; A bien house to 'bide in, a chaise for to ride in, And flunkies to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'.
Strona 66 - I listen — poor fool ! and I greet ; Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' ! Dear lassie, he cries wi...
Strona 41 - ... night's gaun to fa'; Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw: Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Strona 43 - I'll creep in beside ye, I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa'. Where Johnnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a'; The day was appointed : his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his side as if bursting in twa.
Strona 83 - Whar hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain gray, Courting o' this young thing Just come frae her mammy.
Strona 42 - I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
Strona 85 - She's been my comfort a' my days :— My father's death brought mony waes— I canna leave my mammy.' ' We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, My ain kind-hearted Lammie ! We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise. We'll be her comfort a