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' ...
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 ...
My young heart's luve! twal' years ha'e been A century to me; I ha'e na seen thy smile, nor heard Thy voice's melodie. The ...
Nae mair, alas! nae mair I'll see Young mornin's gowden hairSpread ower the lift—the dawnin' sheen O' simmer mornin' fair!Nae mair the ...
THE MOONBEAMS over Arno's vale in silver flood were pouring, When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. So passionate, ...
It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye,All the world, and we two, and Heaven be our ...
Could I borrow the laverock's lifting note,Or the silvery song from the blackbird's throat,Then would I warble the whole day ...
Ae weet forenicht i the yow-trummleI saw yon antrin thing.A watergaw wi its chitterin lichtAyont the on-ding;An I thocht o ...
When the morning board with the rests of the feast Was set, and the martial kin- The vassals in chief ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,Shadows of the dappled deer, ...
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 ...
Mother-in-law:IF I had knownAfore you wur wedT' sort that you wurI wud have saidLiefer nor wed youI'd see my son ...
What gars ye sing sae, birdie,As gien ye war lord o' the lift?On breid ye're an unco sma' lairdie,But in ...
UP on t' moor-tops,Wheer cotton-grass grow,On pitch-black bogs,Like patches of snow,A laverock's singin'High oot of seet-Aa! but his singin'Falls varra ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
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