The Laverock (George MacDonald Poems)
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
As Phebus bricht in speir merediane,E of the warld, and lamp Etheriall,Passis the licht that cleipit is Dyane,Quhen scho is ...
O lassie ayont the hill,Come ower the tap o' the hill,Come ower the tap wi' the breeze o' the hill,Bidena ...
The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,Sae dois it doune the Pa:Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,Quhan they play ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
BRIARWaiting for love I shyly creptInto a turret room and slept.I woke uneasily at mornAfter a hundred years. The thornHas ...
I."Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,Ken ye what is care?Had ye ever a thought, lassie,Made yer hertie sair?"Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekinSicht ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
The warl it's dottit wi' hamesAs thick as gowans o' the green,Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the laveTo him wha ...
The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,Wi' a Rin, burnie, rin;It wimpled, an' waggled, an' sang a screedO' nonsense, ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
Primus PastorHaylle, comly and clene! Haylle, yong child!Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I ...
I dinna ken what's come ower me!There's a how whaur ance was a hert!I never luik oot afore me,An' a ...
There was an auld fisher, he sat by the wa',An' luikit oot ower the sea;The bairnies war playin, he smil't ...
Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour,As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor,The horse ...
The stars are steady abune;I' the water they flichter and flee;But, steady aye, luikin doonThey ken theirsels i' the sea.A' ...
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaedThe lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid,The win' blew laich and eerie.In's ...
What gars the Embro' man feel prood?When a' is said ad duneIt's no St Giles or Holyroodbut thon big, noisy ...
Rose o' my hert,Open yer leaves to the lampin mune;Into the curls lat her keek an' dert,She'll tak the colour ...
In somer when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full merry in feyre foresteTo here the ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
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