Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Volume 6 |
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... sang , And thought on youthfu ' pleasures monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang , O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly 28 POEMS OF PLACES . AIRLY AIRLY AIRLY BEACON ALLAN WATER BY ALLAN ...
... sang , And thought on youthfu ' pleasures monie ; And aye the wild - wood echoes rang , O , dearly do I love thee , Annie ! O , happy be the woodbine bower , Nae nightly 28 POEMS OF PLACES . AIRLY AIRLY AIRLY BEACON ALLAN WATER BY ALLAN ...
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... sang , and Scotland heard , The round world echoed with his song , And hearts in every land were stirred With love , and joy , and scorn of wrong . Some their cold lips disdainful curled ; Yet the sweet lays would many learn ; But he ...
... sang , and Scotland heard , The round world echoed with his song , And hearts in every land were stirred With love , and joy , and scorn of wrong . Some their cold lips disdainful curled ; Yet the sweet lays would many learn ; But he ...
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... sang might soothe my waes ; And wha , a life o ' joy to spend , Need flee frae Avon's bonny braes ? David Wingate . AVON , THE AVON . A FEEDER OF THE ANNAN . a precious , an immortal name ! Yet is it one that other rivulets bear Like ...
... sang might soothe my waes ; And wha , a life o ' joy to spend , Need flee frae Avon's bonny braes ? David Wingate . AVON , THE AVON . A FEEDER OF THE ANNAN . a precious , an immortal name ! Yet is it one that other rivulets bear Like ...
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... sang love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingéd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their ...
... sang love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingéd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams their ...
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... sang in weariness and woe ; You faltered , and God heard you sing , Then touched your hand and led you so , You found life's hill - top low , so low , You crossed its summit long ere noon . Thus sooner than one would suppose Some weary ...
... sang in weariness and woe ; You faltered , and God heard you sing , Then touched your hand and led you so , You found life's hill - top low , so low , You crossed its summit long ere noon . Thus sooner than one would suppose Some weary ...
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Poems of Places Oceana 1 V. ; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Volume 9 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2016 |
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Airly Beacon amang Auchtertool auld Ballochmyle banks of Ayr Ben Lomond beneath Bennachie birds birks birks of Aberfeldy Blaavin blithe bloom blue bonnie Doon bonnie lass bonny wood bosom bower braes Branksome Hall brave breast BRIG bright Carmyle Castle Charlie clouds Clyde Coquet Water corri Craig Elachie Craigcrook Craigcrook Roses Craigie Lea Cutty-sark dark David Macbeth Moir dear deep Doon dream fair Farewell flowers frae Gadie rins gleaming glen gray green ha'e heart heaven Highland land lassie Lochiel Lomond lone loud Mary mony morn mountain mourn mournfully ne'er night o'er pale proud River roar Robert Burns Robert Tannahill rock round sang scene shade shore sing Sir Walter Scott smile Stand fast stood stray stream summer sweet sword thee thine Thou bonny torrents towers tree vale wander wave weary Whare wild William Wordsworth wind wood of Craigie
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Page 187 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 45 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 46 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Page iii - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Page ix - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war- array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky; The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Page 155 - Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page x - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 25 - SHANTER: A TALE Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke. — GAWIN DOUGLAS. When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neebors neebors meet, As market-days are wearing late, An' folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An...
Page 30 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Page iii - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand...