2012, ISBN: 1235993671

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… More...

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1852 Excerpt: .that Clarke s newly-roused celestial spark will be soon smothered in the fogs of indolence, if you like the song, it may go as Scottish verses to the air of I wish my Love was in a Mire; and poor Erskine s English lines may follow. I enclose you a For a that, and a that, which was never in print: it is a much superior song to mine. I have been told that it was composed by a lady. 1 The reader will learn with surprise, that the poet originally wrote thii chorus--O this is no my ain Body, Kind though the Body be, BONO ADDRESSED TO MR CUNNINGHAM. TO MR CUNNINGHAM. SCOTTISH SONG. Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strewed the lea wi flowers: The furrowed, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers; While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps of wo! The trout within yon wimpling burn Glides swift--a silver dart; And safe beneath the shady thorn Defies the angler s art. My life was ance that careless stream, That wanton trout was I; But love, wi unrelenting beam, Has scorched my fountains dry. The little floweret s peaceful lot, In yonder cliff that grows, Which, save the linnet s flight, I wot, Nae ruder visit knows, Was mine; till love has o er me past, And blighted a my bloom, And now beneath the withering blast My youth and joy consume. The wakened laverock warbling springs, And climbs the early sky, Winnowing blithe her dewy wings In morning s rosy eye. As little recked I sorrow s power, Until the flowery snare O witching love, in luckless hour, Made me the thrall o care. 0 had my fate been Greenland snows, Or Afric s burning zone Wi man and nature leagued my foes, So Peggy ne er I d known! The wretch whase doom is, hope nae ma , What tongue his woes can tell! .<

2012, ISBN: 1235993671

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… More...

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1852 Excerpt: .that Clarke s newly-roused celestial spark will be soon smothered in the fogs of indolence, if you like the song, it may go as Scottish verses to the air of I wish my Love was in a Mire; and poor Erskine s English lines may follow. I enclose you a For a that, and a that, which was never in print: it is a much superior song to mine. I have been told that it was composed by a lady. 1 The reader will learn with surprise, that the poet originally wrote thii chorus--O this is no my ain Body, Kind though the Body be, BONO ADDRESSED TO MR CUNNINGHAM. TO MR CUNNINGHAM. SCOTTISH SONG. Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strewed the lea wi flowers: The furrowed, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers; While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps of wo! The trout within yon wimpling burn Glides swift--a silver dart; And safe beneath the shady thorn Defies the angler s art. My life was ance that careless stream, That wanton trout was I; But love, wi unrelenting beam, Has scorched my fountains dry. The little floweret s peaceful lot, In yonder cliff that grows, Which, save the linnet s flight, I wot, Nae ruder visit knows, Was mine; till love has o er me past, And blighted a my bloom, And now beneath the withering blast My youth and joy consume. The wakened laverock warbling springs, And climbs the early sky, Winnowing blithe her dewy wings In morning s rosy eye. As little recked I sorrow s power, Until the flowery snare O witching love, in luckless hour, Made me the thrall o care. 0 had my fate been Greenland snows, Or Afric s burning zone Wi man and nature leagued my foes, So Peggy ne er I d known! The wretch whase doom is, hope nae ma , What tongue his woes can tell! .<

2012, ISBN: 1235993671

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … More...

[EAN: 9781235993671], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.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. 1852 Excerpt: .that Clarke s newly-roused celestial spark will be soon smothered in the fogs of indolence, if you like the song, it may go as Scottish verses to the air of I wish my Love was in a Mire; and poor Erskine s English lines may follow. I enclose you a For a that, and a that, which was never in print: it is a much superior song to mine. I have been told that it was composed by a lady. 1 The reader will learn with surprise, that the poet originally wrote thii chorus--O this is no my ain Body, Kind though the Body be, BONO ADDRESSED TO MR CUNNINGHAM. TO MR CUNNINGHAM. SCOTTISH SONG. Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strewed the lea wi flowers: The furrowed, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers; While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps of wo! The trout within yon wimpling burn Glides swift--a silver dart; And safe beneath the shady thorn Defies the angler s art. My life was ance that careless stream, That wanton trout was I; But love, wi unrelenting beam, Has scorched my fountains dry. The little floweret s peaceful lot, In yonder cliff that grows, Which, save the linnet s flight, I wot, Nae ruder visit knows, Was mine; till love has o er me past, And blighted a my bloom, And now beneath the withering blast My youth and joy consume. The wakened laverock warbling springs, And climbs the early sky, Winnowing blithe her dewy wings In morning s rosy eye. As little recked I sorrow s power, Until the flowery snare O witching love, in luckless hour, Made me the thrall o care. 0 had my fate been Greenland snows, Or Afric s burning zone Wi man and nature leagued my foes, So Peggy ne er I d known! The wretch whase doom is, hope nae ma , What tongue his woes can tell! .<

ISBN: 9781235993671

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