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' ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
A Legend of Luggie Burn (Langloan)Wow, Maggie, hae ye seen a ghaist? Your maist as white as ane yoursel,'Wi' een like ...
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 ...
Fair Hamiltonia! when a happy childI roamed thy charming precincts free and wild.Led by a father's hand, beyond thy boundsI ...
O Nannie, dear Nannie! whan ye gaed awa',I thocht my fu' heart wad hae broken in twa;An' sair ye were ...
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
The seal of sixty summers now,Cousin Aggie, marks thy brow,If beneath Canadian skiesStill thou livest. Mayhap thou liesWithin the forest's ...
With fondest love and sweetest pleasureGaze I on my infant treasure—My sweetest rose, my purest pearl,Heaven's latest gift, my baby-girl.Opening ...
Lone dweller of the stony isle!Dost thou at fortune's caprice smile,Soars thy great mind above thy state,Serene amid the shocks ...
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
Damp and drear the lonely halls,Faint the misty sunlight fallsThrough the casement, soil'd and dim,In the chambers, grey and grim.On ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Hail! infant year, fresh from the womb of Time,Cradled in clouds, what shapes and shades sublimeAttend thy birth, and hover ...
On His Going Out To CanadaArise, for this is not thy rest; go forthAnd brave the frozen rigours of the ...
It is said, it is sung, it is written, and read,It sounds in the ear, and it swims in the ...
Loud blaw the wild an' wintry win's, Wi' eerie howl an' angry thud,Wi' blatterin' rain, an' rattlin' hail, Loud roarin' thro' the ...
"Sound To The Onset, The Onset, The Onset!"Arouse ye! arouse ye! the foe is at large,Again and again we must ...
A MemoryThe cloud of years is upward rolledFrom memory's page, and I behold,Craignethan gray, thy ivied walls,Thy dusky vaults and ...
As by the deathbed of an aged saint,Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint,On whose calm brow the light of ...
What woe is thine, pale mother?—sayWhat grief devours thy heart? For ayeThy looks averted shun the day,And midnight sees thee ...
Be pitiful, be pitiful, Pity the weak and worn;Pity the outcast vile, Ever so lost and lorn.Pity the poor who groan beneath Poverty's ...
Midnight's solemn peal had rung;My drowsy spirit listless hungBetween the certain and unreal,When visioned forms and shapes idealCome floating from ...
Dark and lone, at midnight sitting,Not unthinking, not unwitting,As I muse of my surroundings,Sorrows deep and spirit woundings—The anguish keen, ...
No darker record on the roll of timeWas e'er inscribed to country, age, or clime,By the red hand of war—so ...
The Haunted House in days of yoreStood lone, deserted, ruined, hoar,With dusty panes, and moss-grown sill,With grass-grown steps, rooms dark ...
"The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground."In the valley, on the mountain,From the swamp, the ...
To a Young Friend who had gone over to Ireland in the interests of his Political Party, at the Parliamentary ...
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