A Jacobite’s Exile (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;But now she ...
Lines Addressed To A Friend On Receiving From Him A Volume of "The Parnassus Journal."Owre a Parnassus I hae wannert,Wi' ...
Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,But I wat they had better staid at hame;For Mitchell o Winfield he is dead,And ...
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
Willie stands in his stable door, And clapping at his steed, And over his white fingers His nose ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
The simmer day was sweet an' lang, It had nae thocht o' sorrow,As my true love and I stood on ...
The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,Sae dois it doune the Pa:Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,Quhan they play ...
Oh! years hae come, an' years hae gane, Sin' first I sought the warld alane, Sin' first I ...
San' man frae the quarry hole, Bring a pouk o' san';Stan' ahint my back, an' tak' A neivefu' in your ...
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carlGangs a' nicht rakin athort the warlWi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' ...
The ferox rins in rough Loch Awe,A weary cry frae ony toun;The Spey, that loups o'er linn and fa',They praise ...
I dream this nicht, an' my thochts gae back To that happy time sae early,When we twa stood in the ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
WHERE Cart rins rowin' to the sea, By mony a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad ...
MY blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie! My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger ...
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
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