Susanna Blamire

(1747-1794 / Scotland)

Susanna Blamire Poems

1. A Call To Hope 10/9/2010
2. A Caution To Miss B. 10/9/2010
3. A Cure For Love 10/9/2010
4. A Petition To April, Written During Sickness 10/9/2010
5. Address To Health 10/9/2010
6. Address To Miss J. 10/9/2010
7. Ae Night In Dark December 10/9/2010
8. Again Maun Absence Chill My Soul 10/9/2010
9. An Elegy On The Death Of Mrs. Dacre 10/9/2010
10. An Epsitle To Miss Isabella Graham Of Gartmore 10/9/2010
11. And Ye Shall Walk In Silk Attire. 10/9/2010
12. Auld Robin Forbes 10/9/2010
13. Barley Broth 10/9/2010
14. Behold, My Amanda 10/9/2010
15. Bride--Cake 10/9/2010
16. Come, Mortals, Enliven The Hour 10/9/2010
17. Dear Nancy 10/9/2010
18. Edwin And Alicia 10/9/2010
19. Elegy On The Death Of A Plover 10/9/2010
20. Epistle To Her Friends At Gartmore 10/9/2010
21. Expectation 10/9/2010
22. For The Carlisle Hunt 10/9/2010
23. Had My Daddie Left Me Gear Enough 10/9/2010
24. Hope 10/9/2010
25. I Am Of A Temper Fixed As A Decree 10/9/2010
26. I’ll Hae A New Coatie 10/9/2010
27. I’m Tibby Fowler O’ The Glen 10/9/2010
28. I’ve Gotten A Rock, I’ve Gotten A Reel 10/9/2010
29. In Search Of Good Humour 10/9/2010
30. In That Eye Where Expression 10/9/2010
31. In The Dream Of The Moment 10/9/2010
32. Letters Of The Lovers 10/9/2010
33. May Not The Love Of Praise Be 10/9/2010
34. Miss Gilpin’s Song 10/9/2010
35. Moonlight 10/9/2010
36. Nay, Nay, Censor Time 10/9/2010
37. Now Sandy Maun Awa 10/9/2010
38. O Bid Me Not To Wander 10/9/2010
39. O Dinna Think, My Bonnie Lass 10/9/2010
40. O Donald! Ye Are Just The Man 10/9/2010

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Old Harry’s Return

The wars are all o'er and my Harry's at hame,
What else can I want now I've got him again!
Yet I kenna how 'tis, for I laugh and I cry,
And I sigh, and I sab, yet it maun be for joy;
My Harry he smiles, and he wipes aff the tear,
An' I'm doubtfu' again gin it can be he's here,
Till he takes wee bit Janet to sit on his knee,
And ca's her his dawty, for oh! she's like me.

Then the neighbours come in and they welcome him hame,
And I fa' a greeting, though much I think shame;
Then I steal ben the house while they talk o' the war,
For I turn cauld as death when ...

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Tis For Glory We Fight.

Come join us, brave countrymen, now is the time
For Englishmen's courage and valour to shine;
O come, take up arms, 'tis for glory we fight,
To punish our foes and our freedom to right.

If a soldier in battle should happen to fall,
He's lov'd, he's lamented, he's honoured by all;
Or if he by chance leave a limb in the field
There's Chelsea and pension misfortune to shield.

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