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Poems and Songs

By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces
Gilfillan, Robert (1798-1850)

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SONG.
 
ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT GILFILLAN.
 
LAMENT FOR ROBERT GILFILLAN.
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POEMS AND SONGS.
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SONGS.
 
IN THE DAYS O' LANGSYNE.
 
THE SUMMER COMES.
 
LAMENT FOR THE BARDS.
 
O! THE FLOWERY MONTH OF JUNE.
 
BATTLE SONG.
 
THE SIMMER SUN NOW BLINKS AGAIN.
 
AE BONNIE DAY, AE SIMMER DAY.
 
HURRAH! FOR THE FOAMING SEA.
 
AWAKE, DEAREST MADALINE.
 
O! THOU BROOM, THOU BONNIE BUSH O' BROOM.
 
PITY THE LADS THAT ARE FREE.
 
NORWEGIAN SMUGGLER'S SONG.
 
'TIS SAIR TO DREAM.
 
WE'VE A BONNIE WEE FLOWER, IN A FAR COUNTRIE.
 
MANOR BRAES.
 
THE BONNIE BRAES OF SCOTLAND.
 
THE MAID OF ALLAN.
 
THE TRYSTING HOUR.
 
DEEP MOANED THE NIGHT.
 
THE DANCING WINE, THE DANCING WINE.
 
O! WHAT IS THIS WORLD, WI' ITS WEALTH AND RENOWN.
 
THE MIRTH'S LEFT THE GLEN.
 
A CANTY SANG.
 
THE HOUR IS COME, MY MARY DEAR.
 
AGAIN LET US WELCOME THIS DAY MAIR THAN ONY.
 
ISING OF THE LAND OF AULD SCOTLAND.
 
COME, FILL MY WINE CUP.
 
EMIGRANT'S SONG
 
THE QUEEN OF MERRY ENGLAND.
 
AWAY TO THE WOODLANDS.
 
AGAIN THE DAY.
 
FARE THEE WELL.
 
SONG.
 
O! BID THAT SUN NOT SHINE SO BRIGHT.
 
YOUNG WILLIE, THE PLOUGHMAN.
 
OF BESSY BELL AN' MARY GRAY.
 
SHE'S AWA', SHE'S AWA', I LO'E DEAR.
 
THE MARINER TO HIS BARK.
 
AWAKE THE SONG.
 
THE EMIGRANTS' WELCOME.
 
O! THIS WERE A BRIGHT WORLD.
 
WE CANNOT LIVE OUR DAYS AGAIN.
 
BONNIE LASSIE, FAIREST LASSIE.
 
WILLIE MILLAR O' THE GLEN.
 
O! COME, MY LASSIE, CALDER BANKS
 
THE TAX-GATHERER.
 
WHAT MEANS A' THIS SCORNING, MY LASSIE?
 
AWAKE, MY HARP, THY SAFTEST LAY.
 
THOU WEARY MORN.
 
THERE'S PLEASURE WHEN THE MORNING SUN.
 
ON SIMMER NIGHTS, WHEN SAFT WINDS BLAW.
 
O! THE GOWAN'S IN THE GLEN.
 
AGAIN LET'S HAIL THE CHEERING SPRING.
 
THE TRUMP OF WAR HATH CEASED TO BLOW.
 
BLITHE, BLITHE, WE'LL A' BE MERRY.
 
PARODY.
 
THE FIRST ROSE OF SUMMER.
 
AWA', YE CAULD LOVERS!
 
THE BOATIE'S ROWING OWER THE DEEP.
 
AGAIN MY NATIVE COT APPEARS.
 
DUMFERLINE TOUN.
 
MY LOVE IS NO FOR GOWD.
 
BY ROSLIN'S ANCIENT TOWERS.
 
O GIN I HAD A KEEKIN' GLASS.
 
LET GALLED GREECE.
 
JANET AN' ME.
 
'TWAS NOT THE SONG, 'TWAS NOT THE DANCE.
 
FLOW, GENTLE STREAMLET.
 
I DREAM NOT NOW.
 
AWA', YE FLAUNTING DAYS O' SPRING.
 
O! COULD I LOSE THE POWER OF THOUGHT.
 
TENTING SHEEP BY MUIR AND GLEN.
 
BONNIE PEGGIE GORDON.
 
WRITE, WRITE, TOURIST AND TRAVELLER.
 
THE SAFT SIMMER E'ENIN' IS GLIDING AWA'.
 
A BUMPER TO THEE!
 
THE HAPPY DAYS O' YOUTH.
 
MARY'S BOWER.
 
ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS.
 
O, MY LOVE, NIGHT IS COME.
 
THE BRIGHT SUN O' SIMMER.
 
O! STRIKE THE WILD HARP.
 
THE EXILE'S SONG.
 
I'VE AYE BEEN FOU SIN' THE YEAR CAM' IN.
 
AGAIN THE CIRCLING MARCH OF TIME.
 
KNIGHT TEMPLAR'S SONG.
 
AGAIN LET US WELCOME THIS BLITHE HAPPY DAY.
 
ANTHEM.
 
SONG IN THE PLAY OF “MONSIEUR JACQUES.”
 
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.
 
YESTREEN I SLEPT.
 
O, COULD I BUT PICTURE MY LASSIE.
 
THE SUN BEHIND YON MOUNTAIN.
 
THE POETS, WHAT FOOLS THEY'RE TO DEAVE US.
 
DAYS OF SORROW, NIGHTS OF MOURNING.
 
O, JENNY, LET THIS STRIFE BE OWER.
 
DRINK IT YET.
 
THE PEARL DIVERS' SONG.
 
O! LASSIE, DEAR LASSIE, 'TIS HARD, I DECLARE.
 
BONNIE ARE THE BRAES.
 
AWAY TO THE CHASE.
 
MY BONNIE BELL.
 
I LOOKED LONG AT THY WINDOW, LOVE.
 
WHY TARRIES MY TRUE LOVE?
 
I COURTED MAGGIE MONY A DAY.
 
COME, A' YE JOVIAL TOPERS.
 
ONE STAR OF THE MORNING.
 
THE GRAVE IT HOLDS MY FAIREST NOW.
 
YE RAX ME A BICKER.
 
GLENYALVEN BRAES.
 
SONG TO THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
 
OLD MAN'S SONG.
 
THE CHARM OF LIFE HATH PASSED AWAY.
 
THE AUTUMN WINDS ARE BLAWING.
 
O! TAKE ME TO YON SUNNY ISLE.
 
FAIR MAIDEN WITH THE BRIGHT BLUE EYE.
 
SONG OF THE WINE BOND.
 
THE BATTLE FLAG WAVES ON THE BREEZE.
 
HURRAH! FOR THE LAND OF THE BRAVE!
 
THE LILY NOW BLOOMS IN ITS BEAUTY.
 
CAPTAIN MUNRO.
 
MY HOME IS THE HIGHLANDS.
 
DINNA THINK, BONNIE LASSIE.
 
ODE TO THE MEMORY OF SIR WALTER SCOTT,
 
THY ROSES, ENGLAND.
 
I HEARD A MAIDEN PLAINTIVE SING.
 
ONE SONG, AND SINCE IT IS THE LAST.
 
MY SOUL'S NOT IN THE MOTLEY THRONG.
 
THE BEAUTIFUL'S AWAY.
 
ODE TO THE HARP.
 
LET YOUNKERS BOAST HIGH.
 
DIRGE OF THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
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POEMS AND BALLADS
 
THE MIDNIGHT REVIEW.
 
MUSIC.
 
STANZAS TO MRS M---'S CHILDREN ON THEIR ARRIVAL FROM INDIA.
 
WINTER SONG OF THE FLOWERS.
 
FUNERAL DIRGE FOR WILLIAM IV.
 
THE DEATH OF THE INFANTS.
 
IT'S OH! GIN I WERE YOUNG AGAIN.
 
TO A SLEEPING INFANT.
 
O! THE MERRY HUNTING DAYS ARE GONE.
 
THE BARD OF SONG ROSE IN THE WEST.
 
IT WAS 'BOUT THE AULD HANSEL MONANDAY TIME.
 
THERE CAM' TO OUR VILLAGE A STRANGER.
 
O TELL ME, GIN THOU WERT A KING.
 
STANZAS WRITTEN IN MISS ---'S ALBUM.
 
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
 
STANZAS. WRITTEN AMONG THE RUINS OF A VILLAGE CHURCH.
 
PARAPHRASE UPON ISAIAH.
 
EZEKIEL'S VISION.
 
SONG OF PEACE.
 
THE POOR MAN'S GRAVE.
 
“THERE IS MUCH BETWEEN THE CUP AND THE LIP.”
 
THE PSEUDO AUTHOR.
 
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ALBUM.
 
STANZAS TO AUTUMN.
 
STANZAS TO JULIA.
 
HYMN TO THE SETTING SUN.
 
THE POET'S INHERITANCE.
 
ODE. WRITTEN FOR THE SHAKSPEARE CLUB OF SCOTLAND, 9TH OCTOBER 1839.
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APPENDIX.
 
LINES WRITTEN IN RESTALRIG CHURCH YARD.
 
SONG.
 
THE DREDGING SONG.
 
LINES ON HEARING THE GREAT ORGAN AT HAARLEM.
 
THE LAND OF BURNS.
 
LINES UPON A MOTHER'S DEATH.
 
DIRGE TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN WILSON, THE VOCALIST.
 
THE WITHERED ROSE.
 
SONG.
 
A VOICE FROM THE HERMITAGE.
 
TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE.
 
SONG.
 
ODE TO WINTER.
 
SONG.
 
A SABBATH AMONG THE MOORLANDS.
 
SONG.
 
SONG.
 
BIRTH-DAY RECOLLECTIONS.
 
SONG.
 
SONG. THE GERMAN STUDENT'S RETURN.

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INSCRIPTION FOR AN ALBUM.

Fair book of snowy leaves, I come
Thy destiny to tell;
Here love and song shall find a home,
And here shall beauty dwell.
The thoughts, warm from the heart or mind,
That knows no woe or care,
Safe, in thy silken folds, shall find
A dwelling fit and fair!
Young Fancy, from her sunny bowers,
Shall here her wreath entwine;
And here shall summer's fairest flowers
In all their brightness shine!
The rose no winter here shall know,
The lily no decay;
The hare-bell, in perpetual blow,
Shall never fade away!
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Here Music, from her throne on high,
Shall sound the golden lyre;
Her thrilling tones they cannot die—
Here lives her sacred fire!
Here, from her shade, sweet Poesy
Shall wake her voice and sing,
In strains of softest minstrelsy,
Like bird of merry spring!
Or melting low, in dying fall,
The wood-nymph shall reveal
The hopes, the fears, the sorrows all,
That lovers ever feel!
While this thy fate, thou infant book,
Of many tinted hue,
May all who in thy pages look
Find lovers ever true!
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