The poems and songs of William Hamilton of Bangour collated with the ms. volume of his poems, and containing several pieces hitherto unpublished; with illustrative notes, and an account of the life of the author. By James Paterson |
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THE FLOWER OF YARROW. |
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THE FLOWER OF YARROW.
TO LADY MARY MONTGOMERY.
Go, Yarrow Flower, thou shalt be blest,
To lie on beauteous Mary's breast;
Go Yarrow Flower, so sweetly smelling,
Is there on earth so soft a dwelling?
To lie on beauteous Mary's breast;
Go Yarrow Flower, so sweetly smelling,
Is there on earth so soft a dwelling?
Go, lovely flower, thou prettiest flower,
That ever smil'd in Yarrow bower;
Go, daughter of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the fields adorning
That ever smil'd in Yarrow bower;
Go, daughter of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the fields adorning
Go, lovely rose, what dost thou here?
Ling'ring away thy short-liv'd year;
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming.
Ling'ring away thy short-liv'd year;
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming.
Vain is thy radiant Garlies
hue,
No hand to pull, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring?
What profits beauty, none admiring?
No hand to pull, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring?
What profits beauty, none admiring?
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Go, Yarrow Flower, to Yarrow maid,
And on her panting bosom laid,
There all thy native form confessing,
The charm of beauty is possessing.
And on her panting bosom laid,
There all thy native form confessing,
The charm of beauty is possessing.
Come, Yarrow maid, from Yarrow field;
What pleasure can the desert yield?
Come to my breast, O all excelling!
Is there on earth so kind a dwelling!
What pleasure can the desert yield?
Come to my breast, O all excelling!
Is there on earth so kind a dwelling!
Come, my dear maid, thou prettiest maid
That ever smil'd in Yarrow shade;
Come, sister of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the dance adorning.
That ever smil'd in Yarrow shade;
Come, sister of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the dance adorning.
Come, lovely maid, love calls thee here,
Linger no more thy fleeting year;
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoy'd sweets consuming.
Linger no more thy fleeting year;
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoy'd sweets consuming.
Vain is thy radiant Garlies hue,
No hand to press, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring?
What profits beauty, none admiring?
No hand to press, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring?
What profits beauty, none admiring?
Come, Yarrow maid, with Yarrow rose,
Thy maiden graces all disclose;
Come blest by all, to all a blessing,
The charm of beauty is possessing.
Thy maiden graces all disclose;
Come blest by all, to all a blessing,
The charm of beauty is possessing.
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