This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1821 edition. Excerpt: ...breakin' o' banes an' the law, An' syne neither hushie nor whishie. Was heard in a mament or twa. THE WISH. THE WISH. Ctive me to wander in the lonely shade, Far from the City's treach'rous, bustling crew; L, et slumbering echo whisper to my tread, Where tangling woodbine climbs the nodding yew;--. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1821 edition. Excerpt: ...breakin' o' banes an' the law, An' syne neither hushie nor whishie. Was heard in a mament or twa. THE WISH. THE WISH. Ctive me to wander in the lonely shade, Far from the City's treach'rous, bustling crew; L, et slumbering echo whisper to my tread, Where tangling woodbine climbs the nodding yew;--. Where flow'rs of sweetest breath, of blendedhuea, Are strew'd promiscuously alongst the sward, Or where the blue-bell'd foot-path leads the Muse Down the slow steep to other steps debarr'd. There let me lean upon the turf so green, With wondering eyes survey each glittering star And view Night's beauteous silver-footed Queen Majestic riding in her ivory car. LIFE, Jn the morning of life like the bird we are free, Infant fancy fond fluttering along; The eye beams with gladness, the heart bounds with glee. And innocence breaths in our-song. Then full noon approaches, high shines the fair sun, --A moment we bask in the ray; Then night's awful shadows form round us, and soon Comes the awful sad close of life's day. On the deep bosom of the tide Yon little billow hoaves its breast, Is seen to sparkle, foam, and glide, And then for ever sink to rest. Thus man, the sport of every care, Rises in Time's eventful sea, And breathing but a moment there--Ah! drops into eternity. nae mair will I wander sae weary Alane on the banks o' the burn, Since love in the breast o' my deary Wi' summer 1 ken to return. When August her flow'ry lap doses, A vow she has made to be mine; Now calmly this bosom reposes--O! Hope, thou art surely divine. To me now the breezes are sweeter That blaw owre the blue heather blooqft To me now the gowans seem whiter, An' deeper the dye o' the broom.--Ye shepherds wha sadden'd wi' sorrow, Come round an' partake o' my glee I sing o' the...
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Add this copy of Original Songs and Poems in English and Gaelic to cart. $18.00, new condition, Sold by Ingram Customer Returns Center rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from NV, USA, published 2022 by Legare Street Press.
Add this copy of Original Songs and Poems in English and Gaelic to cart. $28.30, new condition, Sold by Ingram Customer Returns Center rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from NV, USA, published 2022 by Legare Street Press.
