The poetical works of Susanna Blamire "The Muse of Cumberland." ::

The poetical works of Susanna Blamire "The Muse of Cumberland."

Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale; With a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell

Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

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STOKLEWATH;

THE LILY OF THE VALLEY,

THE INVITATION.

THE FAREWELL TO AFFECTION.

THE RECALL TO AFFECTION.

TO A LADY, WHO FREQUENTLY WITHDREW FROM COMPANY.

THE LILY'S TRIUMPH OVER THE ROSE.

MAY NOT THE LOVE OF PRAISE BE AN INCENTIVE TO VIRTUE?

THE BOWER OF ELEGANCE.

THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE.

TO-MORROW.

ADDRESS TO HEALTH

THE NUN'S RETURN TO THE WORLD,

ON IMAGINED HAPPINESS

WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS.

PITY'S DESCENT TO EARTH,

ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY FRIEND MRS L.

TO THE FLOWER LOVE-IN-IDLENESS,

ON COLLINS'S ODE ON THE PASSIONS, AS RECITED BY MRS ESTEN.

LETTERS OF THE LOVERS.

II.

III.

ADDRESS TO MISS J. GALE

A PETITION TO APRIL.

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF MRS DACRE.

HOPE.

EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE.

THE DESCENT OF PITY.

A CALL TO HOPE.

WRITTEN IN A CHURCHYARD,

AN EPISTLE

A CAUTION TO MISS B.

SONGS.

THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS.

NAY, NAY, CENSOR TIME.

THOUGH BACCHUS MAY BOAST.

IN THE DREAM OF THE MOMENT.

WHEN THE SUNBEAMS OF JOY.

FOR THE CARLISLE HUNT.

IN THAT EYE WHERE EXPRESSION.

IN THE SEARCH OF GOOD HUMOUR.

COME, MORTALS, ENLIVEN THE HOUR.

WHEN THE SOFT TEAR STEALS SILENTLY.

O WHERE IS THE SPLENDOUR.

O BID ME NOT TO WANDER.

WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE?

I'VE GOTTEN A ROCK, I'VE GOTTEN A REEL.

WHEN HOME WE RETURN.

O WHY SHOULD MORTALS SUFFER CARE.

SONGS IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.

THE TOILING DAY HIS TASK HAS DUIN.

WEY, NED, MAN!

THE CUMBERLAND SCOLD.

BARLEY BROTH.

THE MEETING.

WE'VE HED SEC A DURDUM.

AULD ROBIN FORBES.

MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.

THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.

AGAIN MAUN ABSENCE CHILL MY SOUL.

ON THE MARRIAGE OF MISS JOHANNA GALE

'TWAS WHEN THE SUN SLID DOWN YON HILL.

THE AULD CARLE WAD TAK ME FAIN.

I'M TIBBY FOWLER O' THE GLEN.

AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER.

HAD MY DADDIE LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH.

O JENNY DEAR.

DEAR NANCY.

O JENNY DEAR, THE WORD IS GANE.

O JENNY DEAR, I'VE COURTED LANG.

BEHOLD, MY AMANDA.

O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART.

I AM OF A TEMPER FIXED AS A DECREE.

WHEN SEVEREST FOES IMPENDING.

I'LL HAE A NEW COATIE.

O DINNA THINK, MY BONNIE LASS.

NOW SANDY MAUN AWA.

THE LOSS OF THE ROEBUCK.

A CURE FOR LOVE.

WHEN NIGHT'S DARK MANTLE.

O DONALD! YE ARE JUST THE MAN.

APPENDIX.

THE CARRIER PIGEON.

THE SAILOR LAD'S RETURN.

THE VILLAGE CLUB.

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AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER.

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Air—Hap me wi' thy petticoat.

Ae night in dark December, when wintry blasts blew high,
Poor Jenny sat her i' the nook and wish'd her Jocky by:
Lang time thou'st promis'd me to come frae yonder busy town,
And gin ye dinna haste I fear the wrinkles will come soon;
For I hae fret mysel wi' care, thy face I canna see,
And when ilk lass is wi' her lad I sigh and wish for thee.

What signifies a mint o' gear when we are baith grown auld,
And when December i' the heart keeps turning a' things cauld?
Thou'lt grow sae cross, and I sae stiff, my will I winna bend,
For time aye hardens little fauts until they canna mend:
Men never will gie up their way, and I'll think mine the best,
And as sae lang we've courting been will be the younker's jest.

I'd have thee in an April morn when birds begin to sing,
Like them to choose thysel a mate, and hail the cheerfu' spring;

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O haste to me while o'er thy way she strews the fairest flowers,
Nor suffer these poor een again to add to April showers;
I'll aye be gay, and ever smile, gin thou'lt make haste to me,
If no, I'll quickly change my mind, and think nae mair o' thee!

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AE NIGHT IN DARK DECEMBER.