The Border Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, 第 10 巻

Nicholas Dickson, William Sanderson
Carter & Pratt, 1905

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29 ページ - See yonder poor, o'erlaboured wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
83 ページ - Yarrow, in her sounding sweep, By rocks and ruins raves and rushes ; Then, sunk in short and restless sleep, My fancy wings her flight so airy, To where sweet guardian spirits keep Their watch around the couch of Mary. " The exile may forget his home, Where blooming youth to manhood grew, The bee forget the honey-comb, Nor with the spring his toil renew ; The sun may lose his light and heat, The planets in their rounds miscarry, But my fond heart shall cease to beat When I forget my bonny Mary.
227 ページ - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And...
7 ページ - Nibelunge," such as it was written down at the end of the twelfth, or the beginning of the thirteenth century, is
128 ページ - With that the boy .blushed and hung his head, and at last stammered out — that he had been called a lassie. " Indeed ! " said Mrs. Scott, "this was a terrible mischief, to be sure.
126 ページ - ... that night, we perceived, gathered towards the hills labouring to make a perfect interposition between us and Berwick. And, having in this posture a great advantage through his better knowledge of the country, he effected it by sending a considerable party to the strait pass at Copperspath, where ten men to hinder are better than forty to make their way.
175 ページ - My love as he had not been a lover. ' The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest — 'twas my ain sewing: Ah, wretched me!
174 ページ - O gentle wind, that bloweth south, « From where my love repaireth, Convey a kiss from his dear mouth, And tell me how he fareth ! " But in the glen strive armed men ; They've wrought me dole and sorrow ; »i They've slain — the comeliest knight they've slain — He bleeding lies on Yarrow.
175 ページ - Tis he, the comely swain I slew Upon the duleful Braes of Yarrow. Wash, O wash his wounds, his wounds in tears, His wounds in tears with dule and sorrow, And wrap his limbs in mourning weeds, And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow.
173 ページ - Flows Yarrow sweet? As sweet, as sweet flows Tweed; As green its grass, its gowan as yellow; As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple from its rocks as mellow.