Scotia's Bards ...R. Carter & bros., 1854 - 563 Seiten |
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... Wind ...... 297 299 301 The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim ... Life . 302 306 The Water ! The Water . Jeannie ... Winds are Blawing .. PAGE 323 Our Ain CONTENTS . XV.
... Wind ...... 297 299 301 The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim ... Life . 302 306 The Water ! The Water . Jeannie ... Winds are Blawing .. PAGE 323 Our Ain CONTENTS . XV.
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The Autumn Winds are Blawing .. PAGE 323 Our Ain Burn Side ...... To the Memory of Scott ..... ALEXANDER BETHUNE .... Musings of Convalescence . A Mother's Love ... On his Brother's Death .. 324 326 327 329 332 334 ROBERT NICOLL ...
The Autumn Winds are Blawing .. PAGE 323 Our Ain Burn Side ...... To the Memory of Scott ..... ALEXANDER BETHUNE .... Musings of Convalescence . A Mother's Love ... On his Brother's Death .. 324 326 327 329 332 334 ROBERT NICOLL ...
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... yonder hallow'd fane ! the pious work Of names once famed , now dubious or forgot , And buried ' midst the wreck of things which were ; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : hark ! how it howls 24 BLAIR.
... yonder hallow'd fane ! the pious work Of names once famed , now dubious or forgot , And buried ' midst the wreck of things which were ; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . The wind is up : hark ! how it howls 24 BLAIR.
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The wind is up : hark ! how it howls ! Methinks Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and ... winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a top , That scarce two crows could lodge in the same ...
The wind is up : hark ! how it howls ! Methinks Till now , I never heard a sound so dreary : Doors creak , and ... winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a top , That scarce two crows could lodge in the same ...
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... winds up his tale ; And jovial youth , of lightsome vacant heart , Whose every day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of mirth . - The shrill - tongued shrew , Meek as the turtle - dove , forgets her chiding . Here are the wise ...
... winds up his tale ; And jovial youth , of lightsome vacant heart , Whose every day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of mirth . - The shrill - tongued shrew , Meek as the turtle - dove , forgets her chiding . Here are the wise ...
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ALEXANDER BETHUNE art thou bairns beams beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed bloom bonny bosom braes breast breath bright brow burn canna Casa Wappy cauld cheek child cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle glen grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HECTOR MACNEILL hills ilka Jarl Jeanie land life's light lonely look Lord maid mair maun MICHAEL BRUCE morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale poems poet poor proud ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stream sweet tears thee thine Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild wind youth
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Seite 200 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Seite 202 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Seite 115 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Seite 146 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Seite 148 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Seite 373 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Seite 251 - The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground over-powered The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Seite 207 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 262 - ... FLOWING SEA" A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Seite 7 - Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to HIM; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.