. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . TO WOO, ROBERT 5S|^feTTNCAN Gray cam here to woo—J^ 11*1 ba 1 the wooing ot! . ? On blytlie Yule night when wo were fu—ti Ha, lia! the wooing ot! J* Maggie coost her head fu high,T Looked (!nt and unco snoigli,Gart j)Oor Duncan Htand abeigli—Ha, ba! tbe wooing ot! Duncan fleedn d and Duncan prayed— Ha, lia! tbe wooing ot IM»;g waH df-af Ailaa craig— Ha, ha! tlio wooing ot!Dancan sighed bailh oot and in,Gart hi.) cen baith blocrt and blinSpake o lowpin oer a linn— Ha, ha ! th
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . TO WOO, ROBERT 5S|^feTTNCAN Gray cam here to woo—J^ 11*1 ba 1 the wooing ot! . ? On blytlie Yule night when wo were fu—ti Ha, lia! the wooing ot! J* Maggie coost her head fu high,T Looked (!nt and unco snoigli,Gart j)Oor Duncan Htand abeigli—Ha, ba! tbe wooing ot! Duncan fleedn d and Duncan prayed— Ha, lia! tbe wooing ot IM»;g waH df-af Ailaa craig— Ha, ha! tlio wooing ot!Dancan sighed bailh oot and in,Gart hi.) cen baith blocrt and blinSpake o lowpin oer a linn— Ha, ha ! the wooing ot 1 BURNS. Time and chance are but a tide—Ha, ha! the wooing ot! Slighted love is sair to bide— Ha, ha ! the wooing ot— Shall I, like a fulo, quoth he. For a bauglity hizzie dee ? She may gae to—Franco for me!Ha, ha! the wooing ot! How it comes let doctorn tell— Ha, ha I the wooing ot 1Meg grew sick aa he grew well—Ila, lia ! the wooing ot!Something in hor bosom wrings,—For relief a fligh sho brings,—And (), lier eon they sjyeak sic tliingnlIla lia! the wooing ot. AN ORIENTAL BEAUTY. SUNRISE AT SEA. 337 Duncan was a lad o grace— Duncan could na be her death : Ha, ha! the wooing ot! Swelling pity smoored his wrath, Maggies was a piteous case— Now theyre crouse and canty baith, Ha, ha! the wooing ot! Ha, lia! the wooing ot! THE HOME OF PEACE. THOMAS MOORE. KNEW by the smoke that so gracefullycurledAbove the green elms, that a cottagewas near,And I said, If theres peace to beJ« found in the world, T A heart that is humble might hope for it here! It was noon, and on flowers that languished aroundIn silence, reposed the voluptuous bee ;Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a soundBut the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree. And Here in this lone little wood, I ex-claimed, With a maid who was lovely to soul andto eye ;Who would blush when I praised her, andweep if I blamed,How blest could I live, and how calmcould I die! By the shade
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