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The Laird And The Lass O' Lallan's Mill .
Na- mair she sits on daisy knows , * Bv bonny Kirtle ' s glide ; Nae " mair -ihe raxes doon the ruts , But lies by Lallan ' s side .
The Lapland Witches.
THE LAPLAND WITCHES .
FROM THE DANISH . - BY THE SAME . Port J . BFVEATB a darkling rock terrific , Where hideous dash'd the waves below , in liv'd hags prolific
Deep a cave , And rul'd the blusfring blasts that blow Long mooring on the coast a skiff , The Captain was a sturdy Dane . Oft curs'd the Beldam ' s in Ins wrath , ¦ And oftthey wroug ht him dule and bane T nmr lone they strove to veer the rocks , L the shelvings of the coast .
SSe The erizzlv hags still held him back , And shoik the shrouds with many ablast The Captain of the noisy crew ¦ Went down into their darksome cave , The whistling wind in horror blew , And o ' er hfs head loud lash'd the wave . He had with miser ' s six-pence shot of their mistic Queen
\ favourite ; Which , like a cat , purr'd on the rocic , And sung unto the billows green . - He enter'd in , the Queen did smile , And orders gave , a hHhy bag , To seek the care where whirlwmes boil , And bring the Captain out abag . M . ag fill'd full of direst fate ' To waft the Captain o'er liewat And when his hopes peer d high elate , ' To send him to his watry grave .
Th"V sail'd away far out at sea , A dead and silent calm came on ; Ol ' tVtai knots unloosed three , Which bound the fatal storm last down The blast blew out , with dreadful burst , dire and damned hurricane ; Arid u'hirl'd the ship with howling gust , Till whelmed in the brmy mam .
Louisa: A Funererl Wreath.
LOUISA : A FUNERERL WREATH .
, _„„„ .. wrut-nby K _„„ a , u-, « .. fr . i ^ l . C o ,,:,,,,,,.-, m Chict in i-. iiy . ¦ SONNET III . WOE ' me ! mv Love ! and art thou set So soon beneatb ' tbe gloomy grave , . The cold , cold grave ! O ! that with Ihcc this weary head Were on the peaceful pillow laid / Oi one cold grave !
Louisa: A Funererl Wreath.
Our hearts with mutual love infiani'd , 'Tis meet should mix their cold remains In one cold grave ! United once in link of love , » - Our limbs one shroud should now enfold In one cold grave !
Sonnet Iv.
SONNET IV .
I G LIDE on with limpid lapse , thou trhul r some rill , [ roll , And dimpling down the daisied meadow Ne ' er may the blasts so bleak of Winter chill , [ lioui . In icy chains thy warbling wave con-Once too , like thee—but ah ! 'tis vanish' -d dream
quite [ —r The vernal bliss , li ! e some delusive Once too , mv days , thro' scenes of green delight " , . [ sta-an -. ; In fond meander flow'd , a gaily-gliding A gaily-g liding stream , o ' er golden sand , With gladsome murmur , pass'd my sunny days ; [ bland "
And join'clwith ; Ocund Loves , tlie Graces Bless'd with their blithesome foot tli ( j myrtle-margm ' u maze . Now sad reverse ! I glide lio gladsome rill . But wind thro' wild ' ring waste my weary wav— [ cnill , Thro' wild ' ring waste , th' abode of Winter And Night , grief-brooding Night ! with
g loomy wing alway . A . n . 1 0 ! the sad , sad silence of my bank . ' Unbroke , save by the wasted wail of wee , Weak waiid ' ritigdou-n the weepingwillows dank , ¦ [ below : That drooping drink the bitter brook Save by the groans , heart-rending groans that rise [ grave ;
, . At rueful pause , from yor . gricf-hauimd Or woe-wild shrieks that sudden pierce . the skies , [ fainting wave . And sweep with icy-wing my chili-tear-, Rut hark !— -from either bank , the baleful
Of birds obscene forebodes the fatal shore : Lo i lo ! the gloomy dreary gulrh draws -n ;„ h [ alas ! no more . Where sinks Life ' s feeble lapse—to glide And sweetly-sad to me , thro' Night ' s dark deep . [ strain ; Pervades , 0 voice of Fate ! the funeral For pleas'd beneath ihe cypress shade I 11 ( l ° main
creep I . ™" . And kiss , the yew-clad mound of Pluto ' s Hail , holy Nig ht ! hail , hail , ye nether shades ! , ; , M , Whose death-dew-droppmg boughsenfold my freezing stream ; O let me sink amid thy hallow'd glades , Unhaunted by the griefs of 'Life's unhappy dicain 1 . - '
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The Laird And The Lass O' Lallan's Mill .
Na- mair she sits on daisy knows , * Bv bonny Kirtle ' s glide ; Nae " mair -ihe raxes doon the ruts , But lies by Lallan ' s side .
The Lapland Witches.
THE LAPLAND WITCHES .
FROM THE DANISH . - BY THE SAME . Port J . BFVEATB a darkling rock terrific , Where hideous dash'd the waves below , in liv'd hags prolific
Deep a cave , And rul'd the blusfring blasts that blow Long mooring on the coast a skiff , The Captain was a sturdy Dane . Oft curs'd the Beldam ' s in Ins wrath , ¦ And oftthey wroug ht him dule and bane T nmr lone they strove to veer the rocks , L the shelvings of the coast .
SSe The erizzlv hags still held him back , And shoik the shrouds with many ablast The Captain of the noisy crew ¦ Went down into their darksome cave , The whistling wind in horror blew , And o ' er hfs head loud lash'd the wave . He had with miser ' s six-pence shot of their mistic Queen
\ favourite ; Which , like a cat , purr'd on the rocic , And sung unto the billows green . - He enter'd in , the Queen did smile , And orders gave , a hHhy bag , To seek the care where whirlwmes boil , And bring the Captain out abag . M . ag fill'd full of direst fate ' To waft the Captain o'er liewat And when his hopes peer d high elate , ' To send him to his watry grave .
Th"V sail'd away far out at sea , A dead and silent calm came on ; Ol ' tVtai knots unloosed three , Which bound the fatal storm last down The blast blew out , with dreadful burst , dire and damned hurricane ; Arid u'hirl'd the ship with howling gust , Till whelmed in the brmy mam .
Louisa: A Funererl Wreath.
LOUISA : A FUNERERL WREATH .
, _„„„ .. wrut-nby K _„„ a , u-, « .. fr . i ^ l . C o ,,:,,,,,,.-, m Chict in i-. iiy . ¦ SONNET III . WOE ' me ! mv Love ! and art thou set So soon beneatb ' tbe gloomy grave , . The cold , cold grave ! O ! that with Ihcc this weary head Were on the peaceful pillow laid / Oi one cold grave !
Louisa: A Funererl Wreath.
Our hearts with mutual love infiani'd , 'Tis meet should mix their cold remains In one cold grave ! United once in link of love , » - Our limbs one shroud should now enfold In one cold grave !
Sonnet Iv.
SONNET IV .
I G LIDE on with limpid lapse , thou trhul r some rill , [ roll , And dimpling down the daisied meadow Ne ' er may the blasts so bleak of Winter chill , [ lioui . In icy chains thy warbling wave con-Once too , like thee—but ah ! 'tis vanish' -d dream
quite [ —r The vernal bliss , li ! e some delusive Once too , mv days , thro' scenes of green delight " , . [ sta-an -. ; In fond meander flow'd , a gaily-gliding A gaily-g liding stream , o ' er golden sand , With gladsome murmur , pass'd my sunny days ; [ bland "
And join'clwith ; Ocund Loves , tlie Graces Bless'd with their blithesome foot tli ( j myrtle-margm ' u maze . Now sad reverse ! I glide lio gladsome rill . But wind thro' wild ' ring waste my weary wav— [ cnill , Thro' wild ' ring waste , th' abode of Winter And Night , grief-brooding Night ! with
g loomy wing alway . A . n . 1 0 ! the sad , sad silence of my bank . ' Unbroke , save by the wasted wail of wee , Weak waiid ' ritigdou-n the weepingwillows dank , ¦ [ below : That drooping drink the bitter brook Save by the groans , heart-rending groans that rise [ grave ;
, . At rueful pause , from yor . gricf-hauimd Or woe-wild shrieks that sudden pierce . the skies , [ fainting wave . And sweep with icy-wing my chili-tear-, Rut hark !— -from either bank , the baleful
Of birds obscene forebodes the fatal shore : Lo i lo ! the gloomy dreary gulrh draws -n ;„ h [ alas ! no more . Where sinks Life ' s feeble lapse—to glide And sweetly-sad to me , thro' Night ' s dark deep . [ strain ; Pervades , 0 voice of Fate ! the funeral For pleas'd beneath ihe cypress shade I 11 ( l ° main
creep I . ™" . And kiss , the yew-clad mound of Pluto ' s Hail , holy Nig ht ! hail , hail , ye nether shades ! , ; , M , Whose death-dew-droppmg boughsenfold my freezing stream ; O let me sink amid thy hallow'd glades , Unhaunted by the griefs of 'Life's unhappy dicain 1 . - '