Sheepieknowe (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Aul' Sheepieknowe! how dear the name! Lane birthplace o' my gude forbears;Scene o' their life-lang cares an' toils, Their sunny joys an' ...
Aul' Sheepieknowe! how dear the name! Lane birthplace o' my gude forbears;Scene o' their life-lang cares an' toils, Their sunny joys an' ...
Dear honest hearted, canty Charlie!To whom I'd trust baith late and earlie;Accept, in token o' regard,Frae rhyming Mac, your friend ...
Dochter Peggy sat on the kiln, An' watch'd owre her faither's life,For he had been at Both'ell brig, An' joined in the ...
It's fifty towmonds since, an' mair, Wi' lichtsome fit an' richt guid-wull,Ae simmer day I teuk the gate Oot ower the muirs ...
O Nannie, dear Nannie! whan ye gaed awa',I thocht my fu' heart wad hae broken in twa;An' sair ye were ...
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
Aul' Scotlan'! lan' o' cakes an' sang,O' gude pease scones an' kebbuck whang,Yer crumpy farls o' ait meal cake,An' barley ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
I've juist been thinkin', neebour Johnie,Gif that the warl had mendit ony—Since, for the wurkin' man's disasters,We've got sae mony ...
When summer in the mountains gains its peak,When gaily blooming flowers begin to fade,When nomads from the sunshine refuge seekBeside ...
My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething avaO' what he was daein', or ...
The aul' kirkyard!—the aul' kirkyard!— Its crowdit graves an' mossy stanes;—I've coft me there a lanely grave, In whilk I houp to ...
Frien' Tammie, I thocht that I coudna dae betterThan rhyme a bit scrift in reply to yer letter,Sae I juist ...
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
I PASTORISettembre, andiamo. E' tempo di migrare.Ora in terra d'Abruzzi i miei pastorilascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare:scendono ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane—A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;Yet what aul'-farrant ...
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