The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, Band 2Charles Rogers 1856 |
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... tree , 240 RICHARD GALL , 241 How sweet is the scene , 243 Captain O'Kain , 243 My only jo and dearie , O , 244 The bonnie blink o ' Mary's e'e , 245 The braes o ' Drumlee , 246 I winna gang back to my mammy again , 248 The bard , 249 ...
... tree , 240 RICHARD GALL , 241 How sweet is the scene , 243 Captain O'Kain , 243 My only jo and dearie , O , 244 The bonnie blink o ' Mary's e'e , 245 The braes o ' Drumlee , 246 I winna gang back to my mammy again , 248 The bard , 249 ...
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... tree , And star with snowy gems the lea ; In loveliest colours paint the plain , And sow the moor with purple grain ; By golden mead and mountain sheer , Had view'd the Ettrick waving clear , When shadowy flocks of purest snow Seem'd ...
... tree , And star with snowy gems the lea ; In loveliest colours paint the plain , And sow the moor with purple grain ; By golden mead and mountain sheer , Had view'd the Ettrick waving clear , When shadowy flocks of purest snow Seem'd ...
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... tree , Wild roses speck our thicket sae breery ; Still , still will our walk in the greenwood be- O , Jeanie , there's naething to fear ye ! List when the blackbird o ' singing grows weary , List when the beetle - bee's bugle comes near ...
... tree , Wild roses speck our thicket sae breery ; Still , still will our walk in the greenwood be- O , Jeanie , there's naething to fear ye ! List when the blackbird o ' singing grows weary , List when the beetle - bee's bugle comes near ...
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... tree ; To see the lambkins lightsome race- The speckled kid in wanton chase- The young deer cower in lonely place , Deep in her flowing den ; But sweeter far the bonny face That smiles in yonder glen ! O , had it no ' been for the blush ...
... tree ; To see the lambkins lightsome race- The speckled kid in wanton chase- The young deer cower in lonely place , Deep in her flowing den ; But sweeter far the bonny face That smiles in yonder glen ! O , had it no ' been for the blush ...
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... tree- But which is the dearest of a ' to you ? " " The thing that I lo'e best of a ' , Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now ; The dearest thing that ever I saw , Though I canna come every night to woo , Is the kindly smile that beams on ...
... tree- But which is the dearest of a ' to you ? " " The thing that I lo'e best of a ' , Lass , an ' ye lo'e me , tell me now ; The dearest thing that ever I saw , Though I canna come every night to woo , Is the kindly smile that beams on ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 258 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
Seite 254 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 257 - In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their...
Seite 257 - How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! " Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?" " Thou shall live," she replied, " Heaven's mercy relieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn...
Seite 259 - Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Seite 45 - 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 259 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls And the mermaid's song condoles Singing glory to the souls Of the brave!
Seite 243 - tis doubly dear to me ; Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew ; Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure ; Now a sad and last adieu ! THE BRAES O
Seite 258 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 33 - ... Thou too art gone before ; but why, O'er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, Should frail survivors heave a sigh ? Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep ; For Her who, ere her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep. No more of old romantic sorrows, For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid ! With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten, And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.