Poems by John Imlah

To sea! To sea! And give the gale,
My jovial freres, the bending sail,
And shape our course ...

Young Mary by the burn,
O lo'ed her o'er them a'!
But Mary by the burn
She's wedded and awa',...

It was the spring-time of the year,
When flowers were budding new,
And smiled like fond and t...

O! Had I an enchanter's wand,
And could con the words of potent spell,
I would hie away to th...

The fair summer flowers
Are faded and flown,
The leaves of the bowers
Wan-stricken and strown...

How fondly loves the home-sick heart
To ponder o'er the past,
And pines for scenes then far ap...

The moon shone calmly bright
Upon the slumb'ring scene,
Ten thousand stars shone out that nigh...

Away! Away! We will sail the sea,
To find some sweet and flowery isle,
In the waste of waters...

Old Scotland, thou art waste and wild,
And cold the sky above thee;
Yet I have loved thee fr...

The shades of eve are falling
On sunset's rosy air,
The convent bell is calling
To pensive th...