Sketches of Village Character In Days “O’ Langsyne” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
"Oh saw ye e'er sic witless bairns, Sic wasterie o' blessin's gien?Oh had they dree'd what we ha'e dree'd, Oh had they ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
A Legend of Luggie Burn (Langloan)Wow, Maggie, hae ye seen a ghaist? Your maist as white as ane yoursel,'Wi' een like ...
Dochter Peggy sat on the kiln, An' watch'd owre her faither's life,For he had been at Both'ell brig, An' joined in the ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
"Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it moveth ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
O power invincible of faith and love,Like angel rising to his home above,Thy heaven-lit features beam, calm, earnest grace,Firm truth, ...
Recited at Burns' Centenary Festival, held at Mauchlin, January 25, 1859Oh Bard beloved! as pilgrims to thy shrine, With song and ...
Fair Hamiltonia! when a happy childI roamed thy charming precincts free and wild.Led by a father's hand, beyond thy boundsI ...
A clever young dominie—noo in a kirk—Was keepin' a schule near to auld Grannie Mirk—A couthie auld grannie as e'er ...
O, Bonnie Clyde! a shimmering gleam Oot owre thy rippling bosom plays,Whan frae the bricht blue sky o' June The sun leuks ...
An Indian Prince now Resident in England.Of late I listened to a wondrous tale From lips revered. 'Twas not of war ...
The Scene—A Lonely Low Thatched Cottage Near Airdrie Burn, New MonklandShe lay within that lonely cot,And seemed by all, save ...
Far, far below, oh, far below,Where sulphurous lightnings flash and glow,Where blasting, bellowing thunders roarWith rending crash—dark Stygian shore;Black gulf ...
A panting messenger of woe and dread,His garments torn, and dust upon his head,His wounded feet with blood and travel ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Blow the trumpet, sound the doom,Let the awful clangours boomThrough high heaven and earth below,Through the gloomy realms of woe;Through ...
On The Road To RichmondGive me angel wing and eye, Give me arm and strength Herculean;With the speed of light I'll ...
It is said, it is sung, it is written, and read,It sounds in the ear, and it swims in the ...
Dark lowered the thunder-cloud of deathO'er Alma's height, while far beneath, In deep and dread array,Fair France, thy eagle-bannered host,Her lion ...
'Twas ancient Macedon that gave to timeThe hero, world-renown'd—his sire sublimeOlympian Jove: so said the royal dameWhose breast maternal nursed ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
"I do well to be angry, even unto death."—Jonah iv. 9."I do well to be angry, even unto death,"To denounce, ...
Fair Caledonia! honoured name!The Muse shall boast thy worth and fame;The circling seas that dash and boilAround thy shores with ...
As by the deathbed of an aged saint,Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint,On whose calm brow the light of ...
Quiet an' cozie, but an' ben,Sittin' at my ain fire-en',On the twa-leav'd volume porin',News baith hame an' foreign storin',Owre them ...
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