Poems Chiefly Written in Retirement, By John Thelwall; With Memoirs of the Life of the Author. Second Edition |
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The Tartan Pladdie.
Feb. 4, 1797.
In Ossian's Hall, the bard of Yore
Would charm the Highland lass and laddie,
With tuneful harp, and songs in store
Of feats perform'd in Tartan Pladdie.
O! the graceful Tartan Pladdie,
The pride of Highland lass and laddie,
While verse can charm,/Or beauty warm,
We'll ne'er forget the Tartan Pladdie.
Would charm the Highland lass and laddie,
With tuneful harp, and songs in store
Of feats perform'd in Tartan Pladdie.
O! the graceful Tartan Pladdie,
The pride of Highland lass and laddie,
While verse can charm,/Or beauty warm,
We'll ne'er forget the Tartan Pladdie.
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Then Love was free from sordid guile,
And Freedom warm'd each gallant laddie,
And worth alone could win the smile
Of bonny lass in Tartan Pladdie.
O! the graceful Tartan Pladdie,
That deck'd, of Yore, the lass and laddie!
So brave—so rare!—/So kind—so fair!
Was youth and lass in Tartan Pladdie.
And Freedom warm'd each gallant laddie,
And worth alone could win the smile
Of bonny lass in Tartan Pladdie.
O! the graceful Tartan Pladdie,
That deck'd, of Yore, the lass and laddie!
So brave—so rare!—/So kind—so fair!
Was youth and lass in Tartan Pladdie.
But not on days like these I call,
Nor sing of Highland lass or laddie;
High-bosom'd maid in Ossian's Hall,
Or antique chief in Tartan Pladdie.
But O! the modern Tartan Pladdie,
For Sara wove by skilful laddie!
My verse essays/To sing the praise
Of Sara, in her Tartan Pladdie.—
Nor sing of Highland lass or laddie;
High-bosom'd maid in Ossian's Hall,
Or antique chief in Tartan Pladdie.
But O! the modern Tartan Pladdie,
For Sara wove by skilful laddie!
My verse essays/To sing the praise
Of Sara, in her Tartan Pladdie.—
Soft is her air: no sweeter smile
E'er won the heart of faithful laddie,
Nor bosom more estrang'd to guile
Was ever deck'd with Tartan Pladdie.
O! the modern Tartan Pladdie!
That wins the heart of every laddie:
The proudest fair/In Fashion's glare,
Might envy Sara in her Pladdie.
E'er won the heart of faithful laddie,
Nor bosom more estrang'd to guile
Was ever deck'd with Tartan Pladdie.
O! the modern Tartan Pladdie!
That wins the heart of every laddie:
The proudest fair/In Fashion's glare,
Might envy Sara in her Pladdie.
But should I sing her charms of mind,
My verse would fire each list'ning Laddie,
Her temper gentle, free, and kind,
And gayer than her Tartan Pladdie.
O! the lass in Tartan Pladdie!
How blest shall be that favour'd laddie,
The guileless youth/Whose fervent Truth
Shall win the lass in Tartan Pladdie.
My verse would fire each list'ning Laddie,
Her temper gentle, free, and kind,
And gayer than her Tartan Pladdie.
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How blest shall be that favour'd laddie,
The guileless youth/Whose fervent Truth
Shall win the lass in Tartan Pladdie.
Thus do the Loves and Graces blend
In her, who wears the Tartan Pladdie,
In every nymph she finds a friend,
A lover in each youthful laddie.
O the graceful Tartan Pladdie!
That wins, alike, the lass and laddie!
Long may the fair/Each blessing share,
And charm us with her Tartan Pladdie!
In her, who wears the Tartan Pladdie,
In every nymph she finds a friend,
A lover in each youthful laddie.
O the graceful Tartan Pladdie!
That wins, alike, the lass and laddie!
Long may the fair/Each blessing share,
And charm us with her Tartan Pladdie!
For me, whose wedded love is plight
To her, far off, who loves her laddie,
In Stella's charms I still delight,
Tho never deck'd in Tartan Pladdie!
Yet—O! the lass in Tartan Pladdie!
My verse shall tell to every laddie,
In friendly lays,/The peerless praise
Of Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
To her, far off, who loves her laddie,
In Stella's charms I still delight,
Tho never deck'd in Tartan Pladdie!
Yet—O! the lass in Tartan Pladdie!
My verse shall tell to every laddie,
In friendly lays,/The peerless praise
Of Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
Yes, Stella! thine's the sigh of love—
And well thou know'st thy faithful laddie;
But friendship's flame thou'lt still approve
For Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
O! the lass in Tartan Pladdie!
Soon may she bless some worthy laddie,
While I still prove/A brother's love
For Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
And well thou know'st thy faithful laddie;
But friendship's flame thou'lt still approve
For Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
O! the lass in Tartan Pladdie!
Soon may she bless some worthy laddie,
While I still prove/A brother's love
For Sara in her Tartan Pladdie.
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