Select Poems and Songs

Select Poems and Songs

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...Yon grey rocks that o'er thee frown, Loosened in the blaze of morning, Gaily glancing, topples down; While thy brown flood's foaming free, Lonely stream, I'll come to thee. When the wintery tempest, fluting 'Mong the beeches, o'er thee blows, Or, the ivied ash uprooting, Bridges thee with broken boughs. In thy boulder nooks to dream, Then I'll seek thee, lonely stream. When the coltsfoot flower is thrusting All aside its way that barred; When the hawthorn bud is bursting When thy banks are primrose-starred, While thy linnets chant their glee, Then be sure I'll come to thee. H, sing that plaintive sang, dear May! Ance mair ere life I tyne; There's no' in all the world, dear bairn, A voice sae sweet as thine. Alang life's path I've tottered lang, The broken arch is near; And when I fa' I fain would ha'e Thy warbling in my ear. Oh, sing again that plaintive sang!--It waukens memories sweet, That slumbered in the past afar, Whare youth and bairn-time meet. I roam through woods wi' berries rich, Or owre the breezy hills--Unwearied, wander far to dream Beside love-hallowed rills. Sit owre beside me, winsome bairn, And let me kiss thy brow; Wi' baith thy warm wee haun's press mine Oh, would the end come now! Or would--but 'tis a sinfu' wish, As sinfu' as it's vain; We could not sit for ever thus, Nor thou a child remain. There's nane I love like thee, dear bairn Thou ken'st nae why, I ween: Thou only hast thy grannie's smile, Thou only her blue een; Thou only wilt the village maids, Like her, in sang excel; Thou only hast her brow and cheek, Wi' rosy dimple dell. Its mony a weary year since she Was 'neath the gowans laid, Yet aft I hear her on the brae, And see her waving plaid: And aften yet, in lanely hours, Returns the thrill o' pride I felt when...show more

Product details

  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236645766
  • 9781236645760