The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, Band 2Charles Rogers 1856 |
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... Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now , 67 Pull away , jolly boys , 69 O , saw ye this sweet bonnie lassie o ' mine ? 70 The auld Highlandman , 71 Ah , Peggy , since thou ' rt gane away , 72 Gang to the brakens wi ' me , 74 Lock the door ...
... Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now , 67 Pull away , jolly boys , 69 O , saw ye this sweet bonnie lassie o ' mine ? 70 The auld Highlandman , 71 Ah , Peggy , since thou ' rt gane away , 72 Gang to the brakens wi ' me , 74 Lock the door ...
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... lass of Barr , ROBERT TANNAHILL , 129 131 Jessie , the flower o ' Dumblane , 136 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes , 137 The lass of Arranteenie , 139 Yon burn side , 140 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 141 Through Crockston Castle's lanely ...
... lass of Barr , ROBERT TANNAHILL , 129 131 Jessie , the flower o ' Dumblane , 136 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes , 137 The lass of Arranteenie , 139 Yon burn side , 140 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 141 Through Crockston Castle's lanely ...
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... lass o ' Woodhouselee , 167 169 171 171 173 174 174 175 The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry , 176 Her hair was like the Cromla mist , 177 O leeze me on the bonnie lass , 178 Queen Mary's escape from Lochleven Castle , 179 When Charlie ...
... lass o ' Woodhouselee , 167 169 171 171 173 174 174 175 The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry , 176 Her hair was like the Cromla mist , 177 O leeze me on the bonnie lass , 178 Queen Mary's escape from Lochleven Castle , 179 When Charlie ...
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... lass o ' Isla , 211 Taste life's glad moments , 212 Good night , and joy be wi ' ye a ' , 214 Old and new times , 215 • Bannocks o ' barley meal , WILLIAM GILLESPIE , The Highlander , Ellen , THOMAS MOUNSEY CUNNINGHAM , 216 218 220 221 ...
... lass o ' Isla , 211 Taste life's glad moments , 212 Good night , and joy be wi ' ye a ' , 214 Old and new times , 215 • Bannocks o ' barley meal , WILLIAM GILLESPIE , The Highlander , Ellen , THOMAS MOUNSEY CUNNINGHAM , 216 218 220 221 ...
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... LASS , AN ' YE LO'E ME , TELL ME NOW . * " AFORE the muircock begin to craw , Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now , The bonniest thing that ever ye saw , For I canna come every night to woo . " " The gouden broom is bonny to see , An ...
... LASS , AN ' YE LO'E ME , TELL ME NOW . * " AFORE the muircock begin to craw , Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now , The bonniest thing that ever ye saw , For I canna come every night to woo . " " The gouden broom is bonny to see , An ...
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Seite 258 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
Seite 254 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 257 - In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their...
Seite 257 - How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! " Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?" " Thou shall live," she replied, " Heaven's mercy relieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn...
Seite 259 - Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Seite 45 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 259 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls And the mermaid's song condoles Singing glory to the souls Of the brave!
Seite 243 - tis doubly dear to me ; Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew ; Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure ; Now a sad and last adieu ! THE BRAES O
Seite 258 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 33 - ... Thou too art gone before ; but why, O'er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, Should frail survivors heave a sigh ? Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep ; For Her who, ere her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep. No more of old romantic sorrows, For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid ! With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten, And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.