Sketches of Village Character In Days “O’ Langsyne” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
The pride o' the clachan, the rose o' the glen,The flower o' oor lasses was Mary Muiren;Sae modest, an' mensefu', ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
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 ...
DEAR, lovely girl, my thoughts are thine in this sweet twilight hour,The young, the bright, the beautiful, gone like a ...
Oh! if, as Arabs fancy, the traces on thy browWere symbols of thy future fate, and I could read them ...
DENNIS was hearty when Dennis was young,High was his step in the jig that he sprung,He had the looks an' ...
My wife contrived a fleecy thingHer husband to infold,For 'tis the pride of woman stillTo cover from the cold:My daughter ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
Oh, Jenny, she is fair an' braw, An' Daisy fu' o' lovin' wiles;Then Mary has a broo o' snaw, An' ...
OLD Nannie has a garden Where thyme and lad's-love grow,Larkspur, tansy, lupin And spires of herb-willow.She seems poor, ...
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only ...
HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ain only ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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