Ballad of The New Monkland Martyr (Janet Hamilton Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;Gyfe theye have anie, ...
To Mrs M___, to whom we were indebted for a haggis,whose amplitude was in somewise commensurate with the largeness of ...
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
The modest sinner stood behind, Who whilome wont with amorous belgardes, To captivate each wanton mind; But now in humble sort, she earth ...
IT was stiller, dimmer twilight - amber toornin' into gold, Like young maidens' hairs get yellow und more dark as ...
Some speak of lords, some speak of lairds,And sic like men of high degree;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Some ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
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 ...
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung,And every muse dropt honey on her tongue.Blest shade ! how pure a ...
Air — "Hey the Rantin' Murray's Ha'."Hey the rantin' Murray's ha'!Mirth and glee amang them a'!The courtly laird, the leddy ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see, And lovers' ears in hearing; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an ...
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