The Nithsdale minstrel: being original poetry, chiefly by the bards of Nithsdale |
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anguish arms Arrochar bard beam blast bless blest bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheer clouds controul courser dear death deck despair dread Dumfries E'en earth fair fame Farewell fire flame flower fond frae friendship gale glow golden reign grace grove hail hark hast hear heard heart heaven Islay lassie light Loch Doon lonely lyre maid mind morn mountains mourn murmur muse native ne'er neath never night Nith NITHSDALE nymph o'er peace pensive plain poet's pride rapture reign rill rise roll rose round sacred scene seraph shade shore sigh skies smile soft song sorrow soul spring star storm strain stream sweet swell tear tempest thee thine thou thy dreams trembling Twas twill vale VERSES voice wave ween wild wing Ye dear yonder youth
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Page 305 - Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! ^ To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping. Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may...
Page 306 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them: Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
Page 97 - I fled from courtly bowers ; For well I saw, in halls and towers, That Lust and Pride, The arch-fiend's dearest darkest powers, In state preside. I saw mankind with vice...
Page 293 - On his death-bed poor Lubin lies, His spouse is in despair ; With frequent sobs and mutual sighs, They both express their care. " A different cause, says Parson Sly, The same effect may give ; Poor Lubin fears that he shall die, His wife that he may live.
Page 123 - Ah ! whence is that flame which now bursts on his eye ! Ah ! what is that sound...
Page 306 - To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay. And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away ! When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak world alone ? THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
Page 122 - Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes. The jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall; All trembling with transport he raises the latch, And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.
Page 98 - To love or friend ; And hither came, with men disgusted, My life to end. In this lone cave, in garments lowly, Alike a foe to noisy folly And brow-bent gloomy melancholy, I wear away My life, and in my office holy Consume the day. This...
Page 123 - He springs from his hammock, he flies to the deck; Amazement confronts him with images dire; Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck; The masts fly in splinters; the shrouds are on fire. Like mountains the billows tremendously swell; In vain the lost wretch...
Page 124 - O sailor-boy, woe to thy dream of delight ! In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss. Where now is the picture that fancy touched bright, — Thy parents' fond pressure, and love's honeyed kiss?