M’Fingal – Canto I (John Trumbull Poems)
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,First put the British troops to school;Instructed them in warlike trade,And new manoeuvres of parade,The ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,First put the British troops to school;Instructed them in warlike trade,And new manoeuvres of parade,The ...
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
One sees in Viteall Yard,Vere pleacemen do resort,A wenerable hinstitute,'Tis call'd the Pallis Court.A gent as got his i on ...
Part the First.When Flora 'gins to decke the fieldsWith colours fresh and fine,Then holy clerkes their mattins sing To good ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harper he was goode;He harped in the kings chambere,Where cuppe and caudle ...
THE poultry yard is all astir, the cock has ceased to crow,And though I cannot see the light, 'tis morning ...
O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where ...
O, waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn-side,Where I and my love wont ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
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