The Links O’ Forth : Or, A Parting Peep At The Carse O’ Sterling (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Ah! winding Forth! --- smooth wandering tide!O' Strevlin's peerless plain the pride;How pleas'd alang thy verdant side, Whar floweries spring,The muse ...
Ah! winding Forth! --- smooth wandering tide!O' Strevlin's peerless plain the pride;How pleas'd alang thy verdant side, Whar floweries spring,The muse ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
Now a light rustling wind from the South shakes his wings o'er the wide, wimpling waters:Up the dark-winding river DuLuth follows fast ...
When the earliest south winds softly blowOver the brown earth, and the waning snowIn the last days of the discrowned ...
On the lake of young life is a fairy boat,Like the sweet new moon in a summer sky;Through a calm ...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him ...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him ...
How sweet the summer morning's blush, The noontide's ripening glow,The gloaming's shadows o'er the path Where happy lovers go,The lakelet's ...
My only door some pieces of crossed wood, Within it I can rest enjoy.I drink the water wimpling from the ...
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
O BONIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man; And bonie she, and ah, how ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
Beautiful Loch Katrine in all thy majesty so grand, Oh! how charming and fascinating is thy silver strand! Thou certainly ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
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