The History and Poetry of the Scottish Border: Thier Main Features and Relations, 第 2 巻1893 |
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... Glen . In Selkirkshire they had Corslee ( Crosslee ) , North Syntoun , Clerklands , and Bowhill . The Laird of Dawyck had thus a large backing of followers , and at need could hold his own . The Tweedies had , besides Drummelzier ...
... Glen . In Selkirkshire they had Corslee ( Crosslee ) , North Syntoun , Clerklands , and Bowhill . The Laird of Dawyck had thus a large backing of followers , and at need could hold his own . The Tweedies had , besides Drummelzier ...
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... glen , or weird wraith on the moor , or water - spirit mingling its wail with the sough of the flood . This Border land has been for long one of the great founts of Scottish poetry , —and of a form of poetry which possesses features so ...
... glen , or weird wraith on the moor , or water - spirit mingling its wail with the sough of the flood . This Border land has been for long one of the great founts of Scottish poetry , —and of a form of poetry which possesses features so ...
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... glen was sought for tales of old , Of luckless love , of warrior bold , Of ravished maid , or stolen child , By freakish fairy of the wild ; Of sheeted ghost , that had revealed Dark deeds of guilt , from man concealed ; Of boding ...
... glen was sought for tales of old , Of luckless love , of warrior bold , Of ravished maid , or stolen child , By freakish fairy of the wild ; Of sheeted ghost , that had revealed Dark deeds of guilt , from man concealed ; Of boding ...
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... glen , Far from the haunts and eyes of men ; Yes , I have ween'd , with fondest sigh , The spirit of the bard was nigh ; Swung by the breeze on bracken pile , Or hovering o'er me with a smile , Would Fancy still her dreams combine ...
... glen , Far from the haunts and eyes of men ; Yes , I have ween'd , with fondest sigh , The spirit of the bard was nigh ; Swung by the breeze on bracken pile , Or hovering o'er me with a smile , Would Fancy still her dreams combine ...
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... glen , and moor . This was the new or modern element in the poetry of the Borders . It had been but imperfectly represented in the older ballads . It was first distinctly brought before the world by Leyden in his Scenes of In- fancy ...
... glen , and moor . This was the new or modern element in the poetry of the Borders . It had been but imperfectly represented in the older ballads . It was first distinctly brought before the world by Leyden in his Scenes of In- fancy ...
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230 ページ - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
316 ページ - And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake Is visibly delighted ; For not a feature of those hills Is in the mirror slighted. A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow Vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round the rising sun diffused, A tender hazy brightness ; Mild dawn of promise ! that excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here t' admit A pensive recollection.
315 ページ - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it?
307 ページ - Twixt resignation and content. Oft in my mind such thoughts awake, By lone Saint Mary's silent lake ; Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land.
20 ページ - I watch'd his body night and day ; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ; I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
122 ページ - I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fashes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me, In earthly flesh and blood.
123 ページ - Tis time we were away.' The cock he hadna craw'd but once, And clapp'd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, ' Brother, we must awa. 'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide ; Gin we be mist out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide.
124 ページ - Though thou art young and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. 'Come, tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true! Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been, What did thy lady do?
145 ページ - Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord, "And ever my heart is wae for thee! But fye gar cry on Willie, my son, And see that he come to me speedilie! "Gar warn the water, braid and wide, Gar warn it sune and hastilie! They that winna ride for Telfer's kye, Let them never look in the face o
272 ページ - Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream, When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow. He promised me a milk-white steed To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers; He promised me a wedding-ring...