The Poetical Works of William Hamilton: In Two Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:

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Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808

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Page 18 - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
Page 20 - ... day, I sang, my voice the woods returning; But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my luve, and left me mourning.
Page 4 - 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 wishes.
Page 9 - Fly'st thou, displeased, the commerce of mankind? O ! teach our steps to find the secret cell, Where, with thy sire Content, thou lov'st to dwell. Or, say, dost thou a duteous handmaid wait Familiar at the chambers of the great ? Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call To noisy revel, and to midnight ball ? O'er the full banquet, when we feast our soul, Dost thou inspire the mirth, or mix the bowl ? Or, with the...
Page 10 - Eglintoun ! thy happy breast, Calm and serene enjoys the heavenly guest; From the tumultuous rule of passions freed, Pure in thy thought, and spotless in thy deed. In virtues rich, in goodness unconfin'd, Thou shin'st a fair example to thy kind...
Page 19 - 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 20 - 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...
Page 55 - How oft, beneath Its martial influence, have Scotia's sons Through every age with dauntless valour fought On every hostile ground ! while o'er their breast, Companion to the silver star, bless'd type Of fame unsullied and superior deed, Distinguish'd ornament!
Page 42 - Were I lord Of all the wealth those breasts afford, I'd be a miser too, nor give An alms to keep a god alive.
Page 17 - B. 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.

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