Poems and ballads Second edition. By Janet Hamilton ... With introductory papers by the Rev. George Gilfillan and the Rev. Alexander Wallace |
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WILD FLOWERS.
The fragrant dewy rose,
The lily pure and pale,
Each flower the garden shows,
To charm my spirit fail;
Their beauties I admire,
Their fragrance I inhale—
Flowers of my fond desire,
Ye bloom in wood and vale!
The lily pure and pale,
Each flower the garden shows,
To charm my spirit fail;
Their beauties I admire,
Their fragrance I inhale—
Flowers of my fond desire,
Ye bloom in wood and vale!
I love the tender bloom
On Nature's blushing face—
The violet's soft perfume,
The cowslip's drooping grace;
The hyacinth's azure bells,
Primrose in paley gold,
Starring the woody dells,
And gemming mead and wold;
On Nature's blushing face—
The violet's soft perfume,
The cowslip's drooping grace;
The hyacinth's azure bells,
Primrose in paley gold,
Starring the woody dells,
And gemming mead and wold;
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Laburnum wreaths of gold,
Accacia blossoms white,
Rho'dendron's crimson fold,
All beauteous to the sight;
The lilac soft and fair,
Green laurel's glossy sheen—
My heart will not compare
With Scotia's shrubs, I ween.
Accacia blossoms white,
Rho'dendron's crimson fold,
All beauteous to the sight;
The lilac soft and fair,
Green laurel's glossy sheen—
My heart will not compare
With Scotia's shrubs, I ween.
How fair the milk-white thorn,
How rich her fragrant breath
On evening breezes borne!
How sweet the blooming heath—
Old Scotia's emblem dear—
In regal purple dress'd!
Her fragrant bells I wear
With pride upon my breast.
How rich her fragrant breath
On evening breezes borne!
How sweet the blooming heath—
Old Scotia's emblem dear—
In regal purple dress'd!
Her fragrant bells I wear
With pride upon my breast.
The eglantine that winds
Her slender flowery arms
Round some hoar trunk, and binds
The sense with honey'd charms;
And sweeter, fairer still,
The flush of wilding roses,
That Nature's own sweet will
In copse and dell discloses.
Her slender flowery arms
Round some hoar trunk, and binds
The sense with honey'd charms;
And sweeter, fairer still,
The flush of wilding roses,
That Nature's own sweet will
In copse and dell discloses.
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I love the bonnie broom,
Whose golden tresses play
O'er the mead where daisies bloom,
And maidens come to May!
I love thee, land of mine—
Thy every shrub and flower
I in my heart enshrine,
And with my love endower!
Whose golden tresses play
O'er the mead where daisies bloom,
And maidens come to May!
I love thee, land of mine—
Thy every shrub and flower
I in my heart enshrine,
And with my love endower!
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