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 ...
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, ...
You're now, Eliza, fix'd for life;In other words, you're now -- a wife;And let me whisper in your ear,A wife, ...
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 ...
When discord first, with hate infuriate, hurl'dTheir baneful influence o'er a suffering world;Broke the firm bands of kindred joys asunder,And ...
How varied lies the chequer'd scene!-- Dunmait capt with snow;While humbler smiles, in vernal green, The sun-clad vale below:Gay spring her cheering ...
I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me; He's willing to mak me his ain, And his ...
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