Scotia's Bards ...R. Carter & bros., 1854 - 563 ページ |
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... hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! SCOTT . Land of my fathers ! though no mangrove here O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious ...
... hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! SCOTT . Land of my fathers ! though no mangrove here O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious ...
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... hands , that he was obliged to discard much which he would gladly have admitted had the size of the volume allowed . In preparing the sketches of the different poets there has been no effort at originality . Most of them have been ...
... hands , that he was obliged to discard much which he would gladly have admitted had the size of the volume allowed . In preparing the sketches of the different poets there has been no effort at originality . Most of them have been ...
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... hand That , ever busy , wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots , steaming , thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the ...
... hand That , ever busy , wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots , steaming , thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring : Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature ; hurls the ...
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... speed my blood to spill , I'll warrant death come soon eneugh a - will . Patie . Daft gowk ! leave aff that silly whinging way ; Seem careless , there's my hand ye'll win the day . Alincon Hear how I serv'd my lass I looe as 16 RAMSAY.
... speed my blood to spill , I'll warrant death come soon eneugh a - will . Patie . Daft gowk ! leave aff that silly whinging way ; Seem careless , there's my hand ye'll win the day . Alincon Hear how I serv'd my lass I looe as 16 RAMSAY.
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... - yard at night I've seen , By glimpse of moonshine , chequering thro ' the trees , The school - boy , with his satchel in his hand , Whistling aloud to bear his courage up , And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones , ( THE GRAVE .
... - yard at night I've seen , By glimpse of moonshine , chequering thro ' the trees , The school - boy , with his satchel in his hand , Whistling aloud to bear his courage up , And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones , ( THE GRAVE .
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ALEXANDER BETHUNE art thou bairns beams beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed bloom bonny bosom braes breast breath bright brow burn canna Casa Wappy cauld cheek child cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle glen grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HECTOR MACNEILL hills ilka Jarl Jeanie land life's light lonely look Lord maid mair maun MICHAEL BRUCE morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale poems poet poor proud ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stream sweet tears thee thine Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild wind youth
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200 ページ - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
202 ページ - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
115 ページ - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
146 ページ - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
148 ページ - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
373 ページ - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
251 ページ - The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground over-powered The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
207 ページ - 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.
262 ページ - ... FLOWING SEA" A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
7 ページ - Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to HIM; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.