Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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Flow softly, Calder, down thy glynns,
Where sighing lovers fondly meet,
While waving birks o'erhang thy linns,
Whence blackbirds trill their lays so sweet!
Where sighing lovers fondly meet,
While waving birks o'erhang thy linns,
Whence blackbirds trill their lays so sweet!
Thy verdant groves, thy cool alcoves,
Have shaded oft the sultry ray,
As, 'midst the vert, with love-charm'd heart,
With Anna I beguiled the day.
Have shaded oft the sultry ray,
As, 'midst the vert, with love-charm'd heart,
With Anna I beguiled the day.
Hers was the look that snared the soul,
The voice that charm'd the tuneful ear;
From every swain the heart she stole,
That stray'd the banks of Calder near.
The voice that charm'd the tuneful ear;
From every swain the heart she stole,
That stray'd the banks of Calder near.
But, like the rose, that brightly blows
Full soon to wither wanly pale,
My Anna bloom'd to be entomb'd,
Ere prime of life, in yonder vale.
Full soon to wither wanly pale,
My Anna bloom'd to be entomb'd,
Ere prime of life, in yonder vale.
Oh say, ye swains, by Calder's side,
If ye have felt the burning throe?
Tell me if grief must still abide,
And still the tear of anguish flow?
If ye have felt the burning throe?
Tell me if grief must still abide,
And still the tear of anguish flow?
No smiling ray of hope's fair day
Glides through the ever-deep'ning gloom;
The tearful eye and heaving sigh
Are mine, since Anna fills the tomb.
Glides through the ever-deep'ning gloom;
The tearful eye and heaving sigh
Are mine, since Anna fills the tomb.
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