| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| O child of Coila! dost thou weep (fl) |
74 |
2 |
| Dark is the night---The wintry blast (fl) |
75 |
3 |
| Sweet sequester'd scene! how I love to stray (fl) |
76 |
5 |
| Breeze sae softly blawin', The (fl) |
77 |
3 |
| O Clutha! wild thy banks appear (fl) |
78-79 |
5 |
| Blow on, rude tempest wildly rave (fl) |
79-80 |
2 |
| Ladies look na sourly meek (fl) |
80-81 |
7 |
| O welcome, winter! wi' thy storms (fl) |
81-83 |
5 |
| O will I come when, yont the knowes (fl) |
83-84 |
5 |
| O come alang wi' me my love [sic] (fl) |
85-86 |
6 |
| O Lassie I lo'e dearest! (fl) |
87-88 |
4 |
| Yestreen, I heard the mavis strain (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| What to me are the sweets, which the hawthorne exhales? (fl) |
89-90 |
6 |
| High heaven's lamps of flame are resplendently beaming (fl) |
90-92 |
9 |
| If passion once enthral the mind (fl) |
92-95 |
4 |
| Starless heaven affords no beam, The (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| I had a heart---O whaur is't gane? (fl) |
95-96 |
4 |
| When, Hope's sweet prospects fondly viewing (fl) |
97 |
3 |
| Upon a jagged rock, which, jealous (fl) |
98-99 |
8 |
| When again shall I stray on my own native mountain (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| I sadly mark'd the tears that fell (fl) |
101-102 |
6 |
| When blythsome morning's smilin' e'e (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| When saftening breezes spread the buds (fl) |
104-105 |
5 |
| An' O to be married, be married (fl) |
106-107 |
6 |
| When evening's gathering gloom (fl) |
108-109 |
4 |
| Sun slides down ayont the hill, The (fl) |
109-111 |
6 |
| Our Rab was e'en a sonsie lad (fl) |
111-112 |
5 |
| How sweet the blythesome days I've seen (fl) |
112-113 |
4 |
| Dread mistress of the tragic scene (fl) |
114-117 |
15 |
| See, wheresoe'er I turn, what wonders rise (fl) |
117-120 |
6 |
| Shall the wand'rer's harp of sorrow (fl) |
120-122 |
8 |
| Sweet are the scenes of youth (fl) |
122-124 |
9 |
| O Poverty! shut out frae heaven (fl) |
125-126 |
6 |
| Dismal and demon-like, Ruin rides horrible (fl) |
127-128 |
8 |
| Go, soldier, climb the giddy steep of fame (fl) |
128-139 |
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| While some obey, and some comman' (fl) |
139-142 |
12 |
| Go, faithful transcript of a beating heart (fl) |
142-143 |
1 |
| What ails thee, Heart! so wildly thus to beat? (fl) |
143 |
1 |
| How sweet and pensive is the evening hour (fl) |
144 |
1 |
| Genius of Love! renew thy spell (fl) |
144-146 |
2 |
| Hail, first of May! auspicious day! (fl) |
146-148 |
4 |
| Fareweel! my friends, a lang fareweel (fl) |
148 |
1 |
| Child of Coila! child of sorrow! (fl) |
148-149 |
3 |
| Let growling mortals fret and puff (fl) |
150-152 |
15 |
| How glows my heart with love to all mankind (fl) |
152-154 |
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| Why, pensive fair one, mourn lov'd Woman's fate (fl) |
155 |
4 |
| How lovely is the opening rose (fl) |
156 |
3 |
| 'Twas a long time ago, when the asses could speak (fl) |
157 |
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| Here, in this silent, sweet retreat (fl) |
158 |
3 |