The Pastoral, Or Lyric Muse Of Scotland. Canto Third. (Hector MacNeill Poems)
The night blew cauld thro' snaw and sleet, Loud rair'd the blast wi' deaf'ning din;A voice cam' sad, yet mournfu' sweet; "Unbar ...
The night blew cauld thro' snaw and sleet, Loud rair'd the blast wi' deaf'ning din;A voice cam' sad, yet mournfu' sweet; "Unbar ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
It was a wild black nicht,But i the hert o't weDrave back the darkness wi a bleeze o licht,Ferrer than ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
O lat me in, my bonny lass!It's a lang road ower the hill,And the flauchterin snaw begud to fa'On the ...
Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN! Goo' day, boss Plurry 'ot!Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTIN, bin plenty bacca got."You Billy, makum writin'-yabber," ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool—Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;It brings ...
Cauld blew the blast frae East to Wast,A blast wi' a smirr o' snaw,An' it took the doctor's guid lum ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
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