O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sinsynehaeo'er us run, Like Logan to the simmersun: But now thy flowery banks appear Like drumlieWinter, dark and drear, While my dear lad maunface his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Again the merry month of May Has
The last time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in my bosom swelling: Condemn'd to see my rival's reign, While I in secret languish; To feel a fire in every vein, Yet dare not speak my anguish. Love's veriest wretch, despairing, I Fain, fain, my
O mirk, mirkis this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door. Anexile fraeher father's ha', And a'for loving thee; At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may nabe. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove BybonieIrwine side, Where first I own'd
"Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not your slave, Sir." "One of two must still obey, Nancy, Nancy; Is it Man orWoman, say, My spouse Nancy?' "If 'tis still the lordly word, Service and obedience; I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so,
Lord, to account who dares thee call, Ore'erdispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thicka wall, Enclose so poor a treasure?
Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bearthis hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, Butspleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty
The King's most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; ButI'll be wi'you byan'by; Orelse the Deil's be in it.