The Poetical Works of the Ettrick Shepherd: Including the Queen's Wake, Pilgrims of the Sun, Mador of the Moor, Mountain Bard, Etc., Etc. With an Autobiography, and Illustrative Engravings, from Original Drawings, Band 5Blackie and son, 1840 |
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... hast won her so . " " Blest be the boon ! blest be the giver Joy , joy , now and for ever ! " THE ROSE OF SHARON . OH ! saw ye the Rose of the East In the valley of Sharon that grows ? Ye daughters of Judah , how blest To breathe in the ...
... hast won her so . " " Blest be the boon ! blest be the giver Joy , joy , now and for ever ! " THE ROSE OF SHARON . OH ! saw ye the Rose of the East In the valley of Sharon that grows ? Ye daughters of Judah , how blest To breathe in the ...
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... sovereign Liege , they cry , We've flourish'd fair beneath thine eye ; For thee we'll fight , for thee we'll die , Nor aught but life surrender ! Since thou hast watch'd our every need , And taught SONGS . 29 Scotia's Glens,
... sovereign Liege , they cry , We've flourish'd fair beneath thine eye ; For thee we'll fight , for thee we'll die , Nor aught but life surrender ! Since thou hast watch'd our every need , And taught SONGS . 29 Scotia's Glens,
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... hast watch'd our every need , And taught our navies wide to spread , The smallest hair from thy grey head No foreign foe shall sever ; Thy honour'd age in peace to save , The sternest enemy we'll brave , Or stem the fiercest ocean wave ...
... hast watch'd our every need , And taught our navies wide to spread , The smallest hair from thy grey head No foreign foe shall sever ; Thy honour'd age in peace to save , The sternest enemy we'll brave , Or stem the fiercest ocean wave ...
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... hast bewitched me , Lassie of Yarrow ! " " Yon braken den so lone Rueful I ponder on ; Lad , though my vow ye won , ' Twas to deceive thee . Sore , sore I rue the day When in your arms I lay , And swore by the hawthorn grey , 66 Never ...
... hast bewitched me , Lassie of Yarrow ! " " Yon braken den so lone Rueful I ponder on ; Lad , though my vow ye won , ' Twas to deceive thee . Sore , sore I rue the day When in your arms I lay , And swore by the hawthorn grey , 66 Never ...
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... hast thou , nae pawkie wile , The rapid flow of love impelling ; But O , the love that lights thy smile Wad lure an angel frae his dwelling ! Can I can ane o ' human race E'er wound thy peace , or evil treat thee ? For sure thy bonnie ...
... hast thou , nae pawkie wile , The rapid flow of love impelling ; But O , the love that lights thy smile Wad lure an angel frae his dwelling ! Can I can ane o ' human race E'er wound thy peace , or evil treat thee ? For sure thy bonnie ...
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aboon amang anwother Balloch beauty Blackwood blithe blue bonnet bonny lassie braes braken brave breeze canna Charlie Charlie Stuart Clan Stuart claymore correi darling dear dear Mary dinna Donald M'Gillavry Ettrick farewell flower flowers of Scotland frae friends gallant gane Geordie glen gloaming green hast heart heaven Highland hill honour ilka kye comes hame laddie Lady land lass of Deloraine Lochaber look Lyttil Pynkie Maggy gangs Maid maiden mair Mary maun morning mountain myair naething ne'er never night nought o'er Oh-hon Old Mortality poem round sang Sassenach Scotland Scott shepherd sing sleep smile song soul spirit Stuarts of Appin sung sweet syangs tell thee There's thine thing thou art thought trepan Twommy wake wals weary weel Whig Whoy wild winna women fo'k young
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Seite 58 - 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 57 - O to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 48 - Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you ! I see you sit shivering, With lights at your window; But long may you wait Ere your arms shall enclose him, For still, still he lies, With a wreath on his bosom ! " How painful the task The sad tidings to tell you ! — An orphan you were, Ere this misery befell you ; And far in yon wild, Where the dead-tapers hover, So cold, cold and wan, Lies the corpse of your lover !" Daughter of our soul ! would that from thy lips, and set to thine own music, the...
Seite xxi - My manner of composing poetry is very different, and, I believe, much more singular. Let the piece be of what length it will, I compose and correct it wholly in my mind, or on a slate, ere ever I put pen to paper; and then I write it down as fast as the A, B, C.
Seite 68 - Peter the skinman, An' Geordie our deacon, for want of a better, An Bess, wha delights in the sins that beset her. O, worthy St Andrew, we canna compel ye, But ye ken as weel as a body can tell ye, If these gang to heaven, we'll a' be sae shockit, Your garret o' blue will but thinly be stockit.
Seite xx - Whether my manner of writing it out was new, I know not, but it was not without singularity. Having very little spare time from my flock, which was unruly enough, I folded and stitched a few sheets of paper, which I carried in my pocket. I had no inkhorn ; but, in place of it...
Seite 87 - But oh, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high; 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky; The fairies frae their beds o' dew Will rise an' join the lay: An
Seite cxxvi - But the pleasantest part of our fellowship is yet to describe. At a certain period of the night our entertainer knew, by the longing looks which I cast to a beloved corner of the dining-room, what was wanting. Then, with 'Oh, I beg your pardon, Hogg, I was forgetting...
Seite 10 - Is it true that thou knewest me before I was born ? That nature must live in the light of thine eye? — This knowledge for me is too great and too high ! That, fly I to noon-day, or fly I to night, To shroud me in darkness, or bathe me in light, The light and the darkness to thee are the same, And still in thy presence of wonder I am ? Should I with the dove to the desert repair, Or dwell with the eagle in...
Seite 177 - FAKKV, i:ir, farewell, beggarly Scotland, Cold and beggarly poor countrie, If ever I cross thy border again, The muckle deil must carry me. There's but one tree in a' the land, And that's the bonny gallows tree.