The Poetical Works of Hector Macneill, Esq, Volume 2T.N. Longman and O. Rees, 1801 - English poetry |
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... hand pourtray'd ) Each long lost beauty meets my raptur'd eye ; Youth's former visions rise in ev'ry glade , While tears delicious mix with memory's sigh . Say then , my friend , can feelings warm as The following elegant Lines were ...
... hand pourtray'd ) Each long lost beauty meets my raptur'd eye ; Youth's former visions rise in ev'ry glade , While tears delicious mix with memory's sigh . Say then , my friend , can feelings warm as The following elegant Lines were ...
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... , I am resolv'd , be't right or sinfu , ' To hae at least- a decent skinfu ' ; ' Wi ' heart and hand keep friendship waking And trust to heaven for Sunday - breaking . And sure , if bounteous heaven tak pleasure In harmless 48.
... , I am resolv'd , be't right or sinfu , ' To hae at least- a decent skinfu ' ; ' Wi ' heart and hand keep friendship waking And trust to heaven for Sunday - breaking . And sure , if bounteous heaven tak pleasure In harmless 48.
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... hand pointing to the moon ( horned ) and six stars over- head ; and the finger of the other hand pointing to the ground with this motto - VIRTUS TANDEM VI- GEBAT . Yet mair - by yonder horned moon , Its clear 54.
... hand pointing to the moon ( horned ) and six stars over- head ; and the finger of the other hand pointing to the ground with this motto - VIRTUS TANDEM VI- GEBAT . Yet mair - by yonder horned moon , Its clear 54.
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... fain , My ain kind - hearted Lammie ! We'll gie her meat , we'll gie her claise , We'll be her comfort a ' her days . ' The wee thing gie's her hand and says , - There ! gang and ask my mammy . ' ' Has she been to kirk wi ' thee , 85.
... fain , My ain kind - hearted Lammie ! We'll gie her meat , we'll gie her claise , We'll be her comfort a ' her days . ' The wee thing gie's her hand and says , - There ! gang and ask my mammy . ' ' Has she been to kirk wi ' thee , 85.
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... ! wi ' Homer strang , Wi ' Pindar hie ! In Doig's tower , whar late and air Ilk bud o ' genius blossom'd fair ; * The grammar school , erected on the castle - hill of Stirling . Nurs'd by the fostering hand o ' care , They 94.
... ! wi ' Homer strang , Wi ' Pindar hie ! In Doig's tower , whar late and air Ilk bud o ' genius blossom'd fair ; * The grammar school , erected on the castle - hill of Stirling . Nurs'd by the fostering hand o ' care , They 94.
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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