Scotland’s Scaith, Or, The History O’ Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale. In Two Parts (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
ON Gask's deserted ancient hallWas twilight closing fast,And, in its dismal shadows, allSeem'd lofty, void, and vast.All sounds of life, ...
LXVI'True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord,Ere prime thou hast the imposed day-work done,What armies conquered, perished with thy ...
I.Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field! I ask no more Than one plain field, shut in by hedgerows ...
I had auchteen months o' the war,Steel and pouther and reek,Fitsore, weary and wauf, -Syne I got hame for a ...
Now mirk December's dowie faceGlours our the rigs wi' sour grimace,While, thro' his minimum of space,The bleer-ey'd sunWi' blinkin light ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark Wheer they've bin bred an' born; When I were young ...
But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaningThe Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.Jane Elliot (1727-1805).O! day-time ...
Air — "Loch Erroch Side."'Twas on a simmer's afternoon,A wee afore the sun gaed doun,A lassie wi' a braw new ...
There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealthy wife is she; She breeds a breed o' rovin' ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
O WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
THE wind may blaw the lee-gang way And aye the lift be mirk an' gray, An deep the moss and ...
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