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arms beauty beneath blessings blest blood boast bony BOOK bosom Braes of Yarrow brave breast breath busk calls calm charms chief daring dart dear death decreed deed deep delight desire dreadful earth ease eyes fair fall fame fate father fear field fight gentle give glory gods grace hand happy hear heart Heav'n hopes hour inspire Jove kind kings light live lost maid mighty mind mortal Muse nature never night o'er once pain peaceful plain poor pow'r praise pursue rage rest rising round sacred seen shade shine sighs sire smile soft song sorrow soul sounds steed strain sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought toil Trojan virtue voice weep wind woes wound Yarrow yield youth
Page 23 - Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's bank the gowan, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan. Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow.
Page 8 - O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak A thousand various wishes, For, oh ! that form so heavenly fair, Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling, That artless blush, and modest air, So fatally beguiling. Thy every look, and every grace, So charm whene'er I view thee ; Till Death o'ertake me in the...
Page 23 - O Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my love, My love, as he had not been a lover.
Page 8 - POOR SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE ! WILLIAM HAMILTON of Bangour. From the " Tea-Table Miscellany," 1724. AH, the poor shepherd's mournful fate, When doom'd to love and doom'd to languish, To bear the scornful fair one's hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish ! Yet eager looks and dying sighs My secret soul discover, While rapture trembling through mine eyes Reveals how much I love her. The tender glance, the reddening cheek O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak, A thousand various...
Page 24 - But who the expected husband, husband is? His hands, methinks, are bathed in slaughter. Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after? "Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down; O lay his cold head on my pillow : Take off, take off these bridal weeds, And crown my careful head with willow.
Page 21 - Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ? Where gat ye that winsome -marrow ? A. I gat her where I dare na weil be seen, Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Page 12 - Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Her cheek undimpled now, has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds, your task is done, That anxious tender air Proves o'er her heart the conquest won, I see you melting there.
Page 10 - Of many suff'ring days. Raise, raise the victor notes of joy, These suffering days are o'er, Love satiates now his boundless wish From beauty's boundless store; No doubtful hopes, no anxious fears This rising calm destroy, Now every prospect smiles around All opening into joy. The sun with double lustre shone That dear consenting hour...
Page 11 - But she, methinks, is listening now To some enchanting strain, The smile that triumphs o'er her brow Seems not to heed my pain. Yes, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay, Howe'er my love repine, Let that gay minute pass away, The next perhaps is thine.