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... POETRY. TRUE BLUE, AN ELECTION SONG. There are fifty fine colours that flaunt and flare, All pleasant and gay to see, But of all the fine colours that dance in the air, True Blue's the colour for me. True Blue's the colour of good true love, For it melts ...
... POETRY. CHRISTMAS PAYMENTS. The melancholy days have Clme, The saddest of the year, When notes are due, and lengthy bills Come in from far and near; When Here's a small account of yours, Is whispered in your ear, And Won't you please to settle now ...
... POETRY. Tllii GROOMSMAN TO HIS MISTRESS. EVERY wedding, says the proverb, Makes another, soon ur latc; yet was any marriage Entered in the hook of Fate, But the names were aNo written Of tile patient pair that wait, Blessings then upon the morning When ...
... POETRY. SABBATH MORNING IN THE COUNTRY. It comes, it comes, on angel-pinions borne, From vonder glowing cast, the Sabbath Morn; It comes, it comes, all huliowed and benign. Whispering to the earth, a tale of things divine. A Sabbath Morn all nature loves ...
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... POETRY. SMILE UPON THE FALLEN. Ob! smile upon the fallen l- It perhaps may heal a smart It may cause a flow of gladness To warm the frozen heart; And cause a gloom to change into A smile of other years, When everything was happiness, And all unknown were ...
... POETRY. THE LASS 0' CARLISLE. A NEW SONG, BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD, (FTom Fraser's Magazine.) i. I'll sing you a wee bit sang, A sang in the aulden style It is of a bonny young lass, Wha lived in merry Carlisle. An' 0, but this lass was bonny, An' 0, but ...
... POETRY. TO AN EARLY SNOWDROP- Dear little stranger I welcome thee- In thy home so cold and drear And hail thee as thou blossomest forth, First flower of the pew born year. Nurtured amidst stern wintry storms, In solitude ye grew Yet few bright Summer ...
... POETRY. THE LlTTLli BOY THAT DIED. I am all alone in my chamber And the midnight hour is near And the Tirol's crack alld the elock's dull lick Arc the osiiy sounds 1 hear. Alld over my soul, ill its solitude, Sweet feelings uf sadness gllde Fur inv heart ...
... POETRY. SWEET SPIRIT OF SONG. Sweet spirit of song, I have sought thee long, Say whither dost thou dwell; Do the deep, deep woods thy choice award, Where the bright sun dapples the sylvan sward, Where the gentle breezes for ever play, Is it there sweet ...