The Poetical Works of Hector Macneill, Esq, Tom 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1801 |
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... joys to save : Wha kens the fights he's doom'd to wage This side the grave ! To sport on fancy's flowery brink , And beek a wee in love's warm blink , Is wiser far , I'm sure , than think O ' distant harm , Whan eild and cauld indiff ...
... joys to save : Wha kens the fights he's doom'd to wage This side the grave ! To sport on fancy's flowery brink , And beek a wee in love's warm blink , Is wiser far , I'm sure , than think O ' distant harm , Whan eild and cauld indiff ...
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Hector Macneill. Yet feckless as his numbers fell , Nae tongue his peacefu ' joys can tell , Whan , crooning quietly by himsel , He fram'd the lay On Gowland's whin - beflowered hill And rocky brae . How richly then the landscape glow'd ...
Hector Macneill. Yet feckless as his numbers fell , Nae tongue his peacefu ' joys can tell , Whan , crooning quietly by himsel , He fram'd the lay On Gowland's whin - beflowered hill And rocky brae . How richly then the landscape glow'd ...
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... joy refin'd Shed peace and comfort o'er the mind ; Each sound of POPERY died away , And thus I said - or meant to say- In past'ral days , when wants were few , When love beat strong and friendship true , Our fathers , nurtur'd in ...
... joy refin'd Shed peace and comfort o'er the mind ; Each sound of POPERY died away , And thus I said - or meant to say- In past'ral days , when wants were few , When love beat strong and friendship true , Our fathers , nurtur'd in ...
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... my bread and butter ; Draw near my feast of sparkling brown , Lay thick the charm , then - gulp it down ; Experience joys serenely still , Nor pass one thought on - POPISH BILL . Take then , dear Pleydell ! take this treasure , 110.
... my bread and butter ; Draw near my feast of sparkling brown , Lay thick the charm , then - gulp it down ; Experience joys serenely still , Nor pass one thought on - POPISH BILL . Take then , dear Pleydell ! take this treasure , 110.
Strona 113
... ! each moment improve ! Youth's pleasures like Spring fleet away ! — Life has its soft season - that season is Love . -Ah ! taste its fond joys while ' tis May . VOL . II . I But lately I winded yon mountain's green side ; - 113.
... ! each moment improve ! Youth's pleasures like Spring fleet away ! — Life has its soft season - that season is Love . -Ah ! taste its fond joys while ' tis May . VOL . II . I But lately I winded yon mountain's green side ; - 113.
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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