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... MARY WHITE . WEE JEANIE'S LAMENT 166 169 HEROES 170 TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS 172 TO THE MOON 174 WHAT POOR LITTLE FELLOWS ARE WE 176 LIFE'S ENIGMA 177 WHERE'ER WE MAY WANDER 178 MY LOVE IS LIKE THE LILY FLOWER 181 THE FIRST SORROW 183 ...
... MARY WHITE . WEE JEANIE'S LAMENT 166 169 HEROES 170 TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS 172 TO THE MOON 174 WHAT POOR LITTLE FELLOWS ARE WE 176 LIFE'S ENIGMA 177 WHERE'ER WE MAY WANDER 178 MY LOVE IS LIKE THE LILY FLOWER 181 THE FIRST SORROW 183 ...
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... MARY WHITE . D'ye mind o ' the lang simmer JONNY KEEPS THE KEY O'T . 165 JONNY KEEPS THE KEY O'T.
... MARY WHITE . D'ye mind o ' the lang simmer JONNY KEEPS THE KEY O'T . 165 JONNY KEEPS THE KEY O'T.
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And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. MARY WHITE . D'ye mind o ' the lang simmer days , Mary White ? When we gaed to the Alpatrick braes , Mary White ? When I pu'd the wild gowans , And wi ' a delight , I hung them in strings roun ' Thy neck ...
And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. MARY WHITE . D'ye mind o ' the lang simmer days , Mary White ? When we gaed to the Alpatrick braes , Mary White ? When I pu'd the wild gowans , And wi ' a delight , I hung them in strings roun ' Thy neck ...
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... White , Noo care's strewn gray hairs on my head , Mary White . My hopes hae a ' withered Wi ' sorrowfu ' blight ; But still ye are green in This heart , Mary White ! And oh ! do ye e'er think on me . Mary White ? Oh ... MARY WHITE . 167.
... White , Noo care's strewn gray hairs on my head , Mary White . My hopes hae a ' withered Wi ' sorrowfu ' blight ; But still ye are green in This heart , Mary White ! And oh ! do ye e'er think on me . Mary White ? Oh ... MARY WHITE . 167.
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And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. Oh ! how this auld heart wad Yet leap wi ' delight , Could I again see thee , My dear Mary White ! WEE JEANIE'S LAMENT . My mother sits and sighs , 168 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
And Other Poems Alexander McLachlan. Oh ! how this auld heart wad Yet leap wi ' delight , Could I again see thee , My dear Mary White ! WEE JEANIE'S LAMENT . My mother sits and sighs , 168 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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ALEXANDER MCLACHLAN auld Granny Broun Ben Nevis Benlomond birds blue bonnie bosom braes canna Charloch Ban claut cloth dark dear dear Mary death deep doun e'en e'er Eagle earth Essays face fair fallow deer flowers frae gane Garibaldi Gipsy Gipsy King glory gowans grave gray green hail hame happy head hear heart heroes Highland hills HISTORY hoary hope John Tamson's Bairns kent laid lake land live Lochaber lone look Lord LORD MACAULAY mair Mary White maun McLachlan MEMOIRS mighty MOTHERWELL mystery ne'er neath never o'er owre poor puir race round Scotland sigh sing smiles song sorrow soul stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thocht THOMAS ARNOLD thou toil Towser tree Twas vale vols volume wandering WAVERLEY NOVELS waves weary wild woods ye'll
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Page 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Page 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Page 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Page 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Page 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Page 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Page 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa