The Waes O’ War : Or The Upshot Of The History O’ Will And Jean. In Four Parts (Hector MacNeill Poems)
PART I.Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a--name,What this warld is a' thegither, If bereft o' honest ...
PART I.Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a--name,What this warld is a' thegither, If bereft o' honest ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
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 ...
When shall the woes of War and Discord cease!When shall the morn of Harmony arise!When shall the dawn of Concord, ...
"Smeirg a loisgeadh a thiompan ria."PART I.Still'd is the tempest's blust'ring roar; Hoarse dash the billows of the sea;--But who on ...
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 ...
"Sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus."In spite of all that poets tell us(For poets are but lying fellows)Of Cupid's flames, ...
Remov'd thank God! from fierce contentions;Unknown to parties or Conventions;Alike averse to rage and folly,And foe to gloomy melancholy;Amid confusion, war, ...
Tost rudely round this whirling sphere,Estrang'd from all he valued dear;Shut out from beauty's bright'ning ray;The social night, the tranquil ...
See! rob'd in new beauties, young May cheers the lawn! Ye virgins! how charming her air!Haste! cull her fresh flow'rets dew-dropping ...
I.J. Hark! -- hark! the sound of battle! Warning thrice, the cannon's rattle! Fast o'er plain and mountain brattle Scotia's thousands brave!A. Never! -- ...
TUNE--_"Clunie's Reel."_ "Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee! Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave ...
In Roslin's bowers bloom fragrant flowers,On Yarrow's banks they're mony;Whar Kirtle flows ance stately roseThe sweetest flower o' ony!I've travelled ...
From carnag'd fields bedrench'd with gore, How long must Pity shrink with pain;Turn, shuddering pale, from shore to shore, And weep her ...
While strains like these beguile a wand'rer's care, And fancy's smile unfetters fortune's frown,Oft will reflection doubt with anxious air If e'er ...
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