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].1821 |
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... Willy was a Wanton Wag , & c . an especial good song of its . Lind . Farther than mentioning his name we cannot go , as no other particulars connected with him have we been able to pro- The tome of stolidity which we have had occasion ...
... Willy was a Wanton Wag , & c . an especial good song of its . Lind . Farther than mentioning his name we cannot go , as no other particulars connected with him have we been able to pro- The tome of stolidity which we have had occasion ...
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... WILLY WAS A WANTON WAG . Willy was a wanton wag , The blythest lad that e'er I saw , At bridals still he bore the brag , And carried aye the gree awa : His doublet was of Zetland shag , And wow ! but Willy he was braw , And at his ...
... WILLY WAS A WANTON WAG . Willy was a wanton wag , The blythest lad that e'er I saw , At bridals still he bore the brag , And carried aye the gree awa : His doublet was of Zetland shag , And wow ! but Willy he was braw , And at his ...
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... Willy , I've been at the ring , With bobbing , faith , my shanks are sair ; Gae ca ' your bride and maidens in , For Willy he dow do nae mair . Then rest ye , Willy , I'll gae out , And for a wee fill up the ring : But , shame licht on ...
... Willy , I've been at the ring , With bobbing , faith , my shanks are sair ; Gae ca ' your bride and maidens in , For Willy he dow do nae mair . Then rest ye , Willy , I'll gae out , And for a wee fill up the ring : But , shame licht on ...
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... Willy , weel I mind , I lent you my hand , To sing you a sang which you did me command ; But my memory's sae bad , I had almost forgot That ye ca'd it the gear and the blaithrie o't . I'll not sing about confusion , delusion , or pride ...
... Willy , weel I mind , I lent you my hand , To sing you a sang which you did me command ; But my memory's sae bad , I had almost forgot That ye ca'd it the gear and the blaithrie o't . I'll not sing about confusion , delusion , or pride ...
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... Willy , And lifeless lies that manly form , I aye was fain to see - my Willy . Ah ! luckless hour thou strave for hame , Last night , across the Clyde - dear Willy , This morn a stiffen'd ' corse brought hame , Alake , ' tis hard to ...
... Willy , And lifeless lies that manly form , I aye was fain to see - my Willy . Ah ! luckless hour thou strave for hame , Last night , across the Clyde - dear Willy , This morn a stiffen'd ' corse brought hame , Alake , ' tis hard to ...
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Alderney Arthurlie Bard beauty birken blaw bloom Blythely bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower braes breast breath bright Buttermere cauld charms cheek dear death delight e'en e'er Ellen fair father flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven ilka Jean Adam John Sim Johnny Katy lady lass little sweep lo'e lov'd lover maid Mary maun morning mourn nae mair native ne'er never night o'er owre Paisley peace pleasure poem poet poetical poor quhat R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee There's thine thou thro tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy wind wyllowe yon burn side youth
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336 ページ - 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.
4 ページ - 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.
283 ページ - 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, —...
138 ページ - 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.
414 ページ - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
384 ページ - 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.
273 ページ - 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.
416 ページ - 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...
3 ページ - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
5 ページ - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...