Sir Marmaduke Maxwell,: A Dramatic Poem ; The Mermaid of Galloway ; The Legend of Richard Faulder, and Twenty Scottish Songs

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Taylor and Hessey, Fleet-Street., 1822 - 235 Seiten
 

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Seite 91 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Seite 175 - Or the waist, o' Lady Ann. She kisses the lips o' her bonnie red rose, Wat wi' the blobs o' dew; But nae gentle lip, nor semple lip, Maun touch her Ladie mou. But a broider'd belt, wi' a buckle o' gold, Her jimpy waist maun span — O she's an armfu' fit for heaven, My bonnie Ladie Ann.
Seite 193 - Come here and kneel wi' me, The morning is full of the presence of God, And I cannot pray but thee. " The wind is sweet amang the new flowers, The wee birds sing saft on the tree, Our...
Seite 175 - Ann. Her bower casement is latticed wi' flowers, Tied up wi' silver thread, An' comely sits she in the midst, Men's longing een to feed. She waves the ringlets frae her cheek, Wi' her milky, milky han', An' her cheeks seem touch'd wi' the finger o
Seite 184 - Her naked feet amang the grass Shone like two dewy lilies fair ; Her brow beam'd white aneath her locks Black curling o'er her shoulders bare ; Her cheeks were rich wi...
Seite 177 - Wi' bonnie bairns three ; My namely hearth burn'd bonnie, And smiled my fair Marie — I've left a' my heart behind me In my ain countree. The bud comes back to summer, An' the blossom to the bee, But I win back — oh, never 1 To my ain countree ! I'm leal to the high heaven. Which will be leal to me ; An' there I'll meet ye a' soon Frae my ain countree 1 Shepherd.
Seite 176 - THE sun rises bright in France, And fair sets he ; But he has tint the blythe blink he had In my ain countree. O it's nae my ain ruin That saddens aye my e'e, But the dear Marie I left ahin', Wi' sweet bairnies three. My lanely hearth burn'd bonnie, An" smiled my ain Marie; I've left a' my heart behin
Seite 193 - Come here to me, thou lass whom I love, Come here and kneel wi' me, The morning is full of the presence of God, And I cannot pray but thee. "The...

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