The Poetical Works of Hector Macneill, Esq, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1801 - English poetry |
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... rural charm Fled court , and plain , and cheerless farm ! — Rebellion loud , wi ' dread alarm , Skreigh'd wild her cry , And murder dark , wi ' dagger'd arm Stood watching by ! O Treason ! -ranc'rous , ruthless fae ! Sad source 25.
... rural charm Fled court , and plain , and cheerless farm ! — Rebellion loud , wi ' dread alarm , Skreigh'd wild her cry , And murder dark , wi ' dagger'd arm Stood watching by ! O Treason ! -ranc'rous , ruthless fae ! Sad source 25.
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... the unfortunate and disgraceful affair at Solway Frith , near the river Esk , that he died a few days afterwards , literally of a broken heart . Mary Queen of Scotland . -Dark gloom'd the morn , owre land and sea , 27.
... the unfortunate and disgraceful affair at Solway Frith , near the river Esk , that he died a few days afterwards , literally of a broken heart . Mary Queen of Scotland . -Dark gloom'd the morn , owre land and sea , 27.
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Hector Macneill. -Dark gloom'd the morn , owre land and sea , Whan Scotia , sad , wi ' tearfu ' ee , Saw , frae her pine - wav'd cliffs on hie , And aiken bowers Her king , and independence flee Strevlina's towers ! Not sae the morn ...
Hector Macneill. -Dark gloom'd the morn , owre land and sea , Whan Scotia , sad , wi ' tearfu ' ee , Saw , frae her pine - wav'd cliffs on hie , And aiken bowers Her king , and independence flee Strevlina's towers ! Not sae the morn ...
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... dark midnight , Then daunder hame ! Ye flowering plains and winding stream ! Ye stately towers ! whar morn's first beam Mild glittering glints wi ' gowden gleam ! Yours was the crime : Ye first entic'd his youth to dream In thriftless ...
... dark midnight , Then daunder hame ! Ye flowering plains and winding stream ! Ye stately towers ! whar morn's first beam Mild glittering glints wi ' gowden gleam ! Yours was the crime : Ye first entic'd his youth to dream In thriftless ...
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... Ye classic fields , whar valour bled ! Whar patriots strave , but never fled ! Ye plains , wi ' smiling plenty clad , A lang adieu ! A dark'ning cloud wi ' ills ow'rspread Obscures the view ! A warning voice , sad owre the main Cries , 32.
... Ye classic fields , whar valour bled ! Whar patriots strave , but never fled ! Ye plains , wi ' smiling plenty clad , A lang adieu ! A dark'ning cloud wi ' ills ow'rspread Obscures the view ! A warning voice , sad owre the main Cries , 32.
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amang the hether auld beautiful Beltan bloom bonie boy Tammy brae braw breast busk ca'd canna canty Carlo Gesualdo Carse of Stirling castle cauld charm cheer cheer'd chiel court dear lassie directs by Longman e'en Edwards's Hist Eirin O s'dhu fair fause flew Forth's frae Gaelic gloom glow gowd gowden green Gutcher heart highland laddie hinny ilka Jamaica Johnie joys King's Park kirk laddie lassie loo'd luve luve's Mally Aiken mammy Mary bawn maun mild mither mohátel na dousku morn muse naithing numbers o'er onie owre plaidy plain pleas'd PLEYDELL POEMS raptur'd Robert Southey s'dhu ma rūn saft sang Scottish shore sigh'd smile snaw stane Stirling Strevlina's sweet tear thegither thrang THREE MILE RIVER tocher tower tree walth warm weel ween Whan Whar whase wind ye'll ne'er young
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Page 67 - Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door, While here in my arms I lock mine!" He ends wi' a kiss and a smile — Wae's me! can I tak' it amiss? My laddie's unpractised in guile, He's free aye to daut and to ki.ss! Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment Your wooers wi...
Page 42 - His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.' ' Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ; Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back: He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Page 153 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 42 - The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ; He's thretty, and I am but three-score and twa. Be frank now and kindly — I'll busk ye aye finely ; To kirk or to market there few gang sae braw ; A bien house to 'bide in, a chaise for to ride in, And flunkies to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'.
Page 66 - I listen — poor fool ! and I greet ; Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' ! Dear lassie, he cries wi...
Page 41 - ... night's gaun to fa'; Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw: Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Page 43 - I'll creep in beside ye, I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa'. Where Johnnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a'; The day was appointed : his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his side as if bursting in twa.
Page 83 - Whar hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain gray, Courting o' this young thing Just come frae her mammy.
Page 42 - I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
Page 85 - She's been my comfort a' my days :— My father's death brought mony waes— I canna leave my mammy.' ' We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, My ain kind-hearted Lammie ! We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise. We'll be her comfort a