The Fever-Cloud (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
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 ...
Hear me, mithers, oh! mithers, Wives o' puir workin' men,Wha toil baith late an' early— Little to spare or spen';Weel ken I, ...
My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething avaO' what he was daein', or ...
Aw've travell'd o'er land, an aw've travell'd o'er sea,An aw've seen th' grandest lasses 'at ivver can be;But aw've nivver ...
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,At the wa-gang o' the swallow,When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toonThat whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';For frae ...
I'm growin' auld, an' no' sae yauld, Nor yet sae gleg as I ha'e been;But whiles, when I am a' ...
O lat me in, my bonny lass!It's a lang road ower the hill,And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'On the ...
A lark lap up frae the daisied field, An', O, but his sang was sweet;His wee wings shook till the ...
Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',To the ...
I dream this nicht, an' my thochts gae back To that happy time sae early,When we twa stood in the ...
Row, Kello, row frae rocky linns, An' through amang thy grassy braes,Where gowans grow an' hawthorns blaw, An' sunshine sleeps ...
She's an awfu' lassie, Jenny, No' her like in a' the toon,For her heid is fu' o' mischief, And her ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
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