The Paisley Repository: Being Chiefly a Collection of Poetry, Original and SelectedJ. Neilson |
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... bluid . " Then furth he drew his trusty glaive , Quhyle thousands all around , Drawn frae their sheiths glanst in the sun , And loud the bougils sound . 23 To join his king , adown the hill In haste his march he made , Quhyle playand ...
... bluid . " Then furth he drew his trusty glaive , Quhyle thousands all around , Drawn frae their sheiths glanst in the sun , And loud the bougils sound . 23 To join his king , adown the hill In haste his march he made , Quhyle playand ...
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... bluid . 86 Brayd on , brayd on , my stalwart sors , " Grit cause we hae to feir ; " But aye the canny ferce contemn They hap they canna veir . ” C 46 Return , return , ye men of bluid , And bring me back my chylde ! ' The dolefu voice ...
... bluid . 86 Brayd on , brayd on , my stalwart sors , " Grit cause we hae to feir ; " But aye the canny ferce contemn They hap they canna veir . ” C 46 Return , return , ye men of bluid , And bring me back my chylde ! ' The dolefu voice ...
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... spent his glaive , " My son lay in his bluid . " 68 I did nocht grein that bluming face ' That dethe sae sune sold pale ; Far less that my trew luve , throuch me , ' Her brither's dethe sold wail . • But fen ye sey our force to prive , 22.
... spent his glaive , " My son lay in his bluid . " 68 I did nocht grein that bluming face ' That dethe sae sune sold pale ; Far less that my trew luve , throuch me , ' Her brither's dethe sold wail . • But fen ye sey our force to prive , 22.
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... bluid Ran reiking mony a mile ; Few stude the faucht , yet dethe alane Cold end their irie toil . Wha flie , I vow , sall frae my speir Receive the dethe they dreid ! ' Cry'd Draffan , as alang the plain He spurd his bluid - red steid ...
... bluid Ran reiking mony a mile ; Few stude the faucht , yet dethe alane Cold end their irie toil . Wha flie , I vow , sall frae my speir Receive the dethe they dreid ! ' Cry'd Draffan , as alang the plain He spurd his bluid - red steid ...
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... bluid hae I spilt Than I docht evir grein ; See Rothsay whar your brither lyes In dethe afore your eyne , ' Scant Rothsay stapt the faing teir ; " O hatefu cursed deid ! Sae Draffan seiks our sister's luve , Nor feirs far ither meid ...
... bluid hae I spilt Than I docht evir grein ; See Rothsay whar your brither lyes In dethe afore your eyne , ' Scant Rothsay stapt the faing teir ; " O hatefu cursed deid ! Sae Draffan seiks our sister's luve , Nor feirs far ither meid ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbey Church Abbot Abbot of Paisley Alexander Allan Andrew Young arms back my chylde Ballad Barchan Beltrees bleid bluid bouir braive bruik cheik cheir Columbia's fons cry'd dame deid deidly deir dethe dochter Draffan dreid eild Epitaph Fairly Fair fecht feir fene ferce firſt fome frae Francis Sempill fune fword glaive glie gude Guidwife Habby Simpson Habby's Hardyknute Heir lyis Inscription James John JOHN MILLAR Kilbarchan King Kirk-town knicht kyth lady licht Lord Hardyknute luve lyes lyfe maid mair maun micht mony Mordac neid neir Norfe PAISLEY REPOSITORY pouir pryde pypis quha Quhan qvha Rejoice Richt riever Robert sall Sandholes Schaw scho Scotland Scots Scottish Semple Song Stanza steid stone stryfe sune Syne teir thair thee Thomas thou thouſand throuch tomb stones touir trix wald weaver weir Whan Whar ye men zour
Pasajes populares
Página 3 - The worms from their webs, where they riot and welter ; His song and his services freely are ours, And all that he asks is, in summer a shelter. The ploughman is pleased when he gleans in his train, Now searching the furrows, now mounting to cheer him; The...
Página 3 - Oh, then to your gardens ye housewives repair, Your walks border up, sow and plant at your leisure ; The bluebird will chant from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. He flits through the orchard, he visits each...
Página 2 - Such are the mild and pleasing manners of the Blue-bird, and so universally is he esteemed, that I have often regretted that no pastoral muse has yet arisen in this western woody world, to do justice to his name, and endear him to us still more by the tenderness of verse, as has been done to his representative in Britain, the Robin Red-breast.
Página 2 - BONAPARTE. New and Enlarged Edition, completed by the insertion of above One Hundred Birds omitted in the original Work, and by valuable Notes and Life of the Author by Sir WILLIAM JARDINE.
Página 3 - He hes us blindit lang; For quhair the blind the blind dois gyde, Na wonder baith ga wrang: Lyke prince and king he led the ring Of all iniquitie: Hay trix, tryme go trix, Under the grene wod-tree.
Página 4 - Baltimore is seen ; The broad extended boughs still please him best, Beneath their bending skirts he hangs his nest; There his sweet mate, secure from every harm, Broods o'er her spotted store, and wraps them warm ; Lists to the noontide hum of busy bees, Her partner's mellow song, the brook, the breeze ; These day by day the lonely hours deceive, From dewy morn to slow descending eve. Two weeks elapsed, behold ! a helpless crew Claim all her care and her affection too ; On wings of love the assiduous...
Página 3 - When all the gay scenes of the summer are o'er, And autumn slow enters so silent and sallow, And millions of warblers, that charm'd us before, Have fled in the train of the sun-seeking swallow ; The bluebird, forsaken, yet true to his home, « Still lingers, and looks for a milder to-morrow, Till forced by the horrors of winter to roam, He sings his adieu in a lone note of sorrow.
Página 3 - In mantle of sky-blue, and bosom so red, That each little loiterer seems to adore him. When all the gay scenes of the summer are o'er, And autumn slow...
Página 4 - The Baltimore inhabits North America, from Canada to Mexico, and is even found as far south as Brazil. Since the streets of our cities have been planted with that beautiful and stately tree, the Lombardy poplar, these birds are our constant...
Página 18 - O haly God, for his deir sake, Wha savd us on the rude — He tint his praier, and drew his glaive, Yet reid wi Norland bluid. " Brayd on, brayd on, my stalwart sons, Grit cause we ha to feir ; But aye the canny ferce contemn The hap they canna veir.