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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.