PAGE Bereft of breath, yit nocht from lyfe depoised, 130 Dainty, fine, sweet nymph, delightful, Dare ye haunt our hallow'd green, De'il tak the wars that hurried Billy from me, Her lamp the glow-worm lend me, How bonny is the glen in the greenwood shaw, I have no home of refuge here, I'll gie thee jewels, an' I'll gie thee rings, I'll go to my love, where he lies in the deep, I loved by the bonny river Clyde, I loved thee once, I'll love no more, I marked the calm on her young fair face, I once loved a maid, though she slighted me, I watched the Wind-flower as she, leaf by leaf, If I live to grow old, as I find I go down, - If to grieve be a folly, then smile if you can, If woman could be fair and never fond, Haste, haste, post-haste, make haste, and away, He that loves a rosy cheek, Heigh-ho, away the mare, Hey down a down, did Dian sing, 25 34 In Flora's train the graces wait, 224 It is pleasant to gaze on the deep blue sky, 202 It was the froggie in the well, 65 Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, 228 Matchless Montgomery in his native tongue, May never was the month of love, Mellow thy notes, fond bird! thy small shrill voice, More chaste than fair Diana, first in place, Mother's wag, pretty boy, My bonny lass, she smileth, My mind to me a kingdom is, 21 40 7 Of flattering speech, with sugar'd words, beware, 15 Pleasant were the hours by Erne's stream a-wandering, Play thou the Sidney to thy native soil, Round the fond heart plays the smile of hope, 54 Smile through thy tears, like the blush moss-rose, 231 The damsel who roams like a bee 'mongst the flowers, 230 The dew drops that at first of day, The dew no more shall weep, The fountain smokes, and yet no flames they show, The gentle season of the year, 46 82 56 44 The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, 93 There is a jewel which no Indian mines can buy, 16 There were three ravens sat on a tree, 62 There was ane May, and she lo'ed nae men, 166 Threescore and ten of us, poor auld maidens, 146 |