The History and Poetry of the Scottish Border: Thier Main Features and Relations, 第 2 巻1893 |
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... heart - broken way . Though the verses are well known , I make no excuse for quoting them in full . They belong to the simplest , yet truest and most pathetic poetry : · - 1 The Cokburnes had evidently been a turbulent lot . At the ...
... heart - broken way . Though the verses are well known , I make no excuse for quoting them in full . They belong to the simplest , yet truest and most pathetic poetry : · - 1 The Cokburnes had evidently been a turbulent lot . At the ...
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... heart was sair , When I laid the moul on his yellow hair ; O think na ye my heart was wae , When I turned aboot away to gae ? Nae living man I'll love again , Since that my comely knight is slain ; Wi ' ae lock o ' his yellow hair , I ...
... heart was sair , When I laid the moul on his yellow hair ; O think na ye my heart was wae , When I turned aboot away to gae ? Nae living man I'll love again , Since that my comely knight is slain ; Wi ' ae lock o ' his yellow hair , I ...
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... heart was ne'er sae wae , To see sae mony brave men die , - Because they saved their country deir Frae Englishmen ! Nane were sa bauld , Whyle Johnie lived on the Border side , Nane of them durst come neir his hauld . " I may mention ...
... heart was ne'er sae wae , To see sae mony brave men die , - Because they saved their country deir Frae Englishmen ! Nane were sa bauld , Whyle Johnie lived on the Border side , Nane of them durst come neir his hauld . " I may mention ...
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... hearts , and that strange savage feeling of blood - atonement seemed to thrill in both . They agreed to settle the strife of centuries then and there . And tradition tells us that , as the birds waked the June morn , Drummelzier was ...
... hearts , and that strange savage feeling of blood - atonement seemed to thrill in both . They agreed to settle the strife of centuries then and there . And tradition tells us that , as the birds waked the June morn , Drummelzier was ...
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... heart of the medieval artist is in this picture . The land , river , and sea have but scant notice ; but there is the strong feeling of the skilled , resolute work of the human hand - of its order , strength , and grace . Man in the ...
... heart of the medieval artist is in this picture . The land , river , and sea have but scant notice ; but there is the strong feeling of the skilled , resolute work of the human hand - of its order , strength , and grace . Man in the ...
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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...