One Hundred Modern Scottish Poets: With Biographical and Critical NoticesEdwards, 1881 |
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... you do not know that my love is so deep . Oh , Bessy , hear me at your feet , I vow to take up arms If you don't wed me now , and so save me from war's alarms . " " Ah , you may doubt me , but ' JOHN F. MILL . 19 Tom Marshall.
... you do not know that my love is so deep . Oh , Bessy , hear me at your feet , I vow to take up arms If you don't wed me now , and so save me from war's alarms . " " Ah , you may doubt me , but ' JOHN F. MILL . 19 Tom Marshall.
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... hear the din a mile awa O ' them an ' tailor Davie ! The auld man's roomy weddin ' coat , Wi ' age an ' moths scarce worth a groat , Maks breeks to Tam , an ' coat to Jock , An ' spats to tailor Davie . O ! wha's the loun , & c . 3 ...
... hear the din a mile awa O ' them an ' tailor Davie ! The auld man's roomy weddin ' coat , Wi ' age an ' moths scarce worth a groat , Maks breeks to Tam , an ' coat to Jock , An ' spats to tailor Davie . O ! wha's the loun , & c . 3 ...
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... hear his din , noo , " ' Bairns , he's weel abune , noo- Oor wee Willie's deid ! 66 Lay ye past his ba ' , noo , Cradle - neuk an ' a ' , noo , Though sad the tear should fa ' , noo- The heart in silence bleed . Lanely here we yearn ...
... hear his din , noo , " ' Bairns , he's weel abune , noo- Oor wee Willie's deid ! 66 Lay ye past his ba ' , noo , Cradle - neuk an ' a ' , noo , Though sad the tear should fa ' , noo- The heart in silence bleed . Lanely here we yearn ...
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... hear him cry In wailin ' tones o ' mental agony , Left by the land he loved an ' sung so well To moan his life out in a mad - house cell . Then , why should I self - interest disown- Accept the laurel as a martyr's crown ? No ! by puir ...
... hear him cry In wailin ' tones o ' mental agony , Left by the land he loved an ' sung so well To moan his life out in a mad - house cell . Then , why should I self - interest disown- Accept the laurel as a martyr's crown ? No ! by puir ...
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... hear The warbling skylark sing ; And birds of rainbow plumage flit In every flowery bush , But I would rather listen yet The chanting of the thrush . And Scotia , stubborn is thy soil , And cold thy northern sky ; But to thy hardy sons ...
... hear The warbling skylark sing ; And birds of rainbow plumage flit In every flowery bush , But I would rather listen yet The chanting of the thrush . And Scotia , stubborn is thy soil , And cold thy northern sky ; But to thy hardy sons ...
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Page 426 - So here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born ; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did : So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.
Page 235 - Conquer in this !" — When, by thy fever'd bed, Thou see'st the dark-wing' d angel take his stand, Who soon shall lay thy body with the dead, And bear thy spirit to the spirit's land : Fear not ! the cross sustains thee, and its aid In that last trial shall thy succour bring ; Go fearless through...
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Page 113 - A deer with a neck that was longer by half Than the rest of its family's (try not to laugh), By stretching and stretching, became a Giraffe, Which nobody can deny. A very tall pig, with a very long nose, Sends forth a proboscis quite down to his toes ; And he then by the name of an Elephant goes, Which nobody can deny.
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Page 425 - THE SOWER'S SONG. Now hands to seed-sheet, boys! We step and we cast; old Time's on wing; And would we partake of harvest's Joys, The corn must be sown In spring. Fall gently and still, good corn, Lie warm in thy earthy bed ; And stand so yellow some morn, For beast and man must be fed.
Page 235 - That pure arch seems to be, And as I bless its mystic light, My spirit turns to thee. Thus, gleaming o'er a guilty world, We hail the ray of love ; Thus dawns upon the contrite soul Thy mercy from above ; And as Thy faithful promise speaks Repentant sin forgiven, In humble hope we bless the beam That points the way to Heaven.
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Page 316 - Th' uncertain vista ends. How best to bear each various change, Should weal or woe befall, To love, live, die, this Sacred Book, Lydia, it tells us all. " O, much-beloved, our coming day To us is all unknown ; But sure we stand a broader mark Than they who stand alone. One knows it all : not His an eye, Like ours, obscured and dim; And, knowing us, He gives this book, That we may know of Him. " His words, my love, are gracious words.
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