Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 ページ |
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... Sleeping .. 299 The Midnight Wind .. The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim .. Life . The Water ! The Water ... 301 302 306 307 Jeannie Morrison .. ROBERT GILFILLAN , The Happy Days o ' Youth . Oh ! Why Left I my Hame ?. O ! What is ...
... Sleeping .. 299 The Midnight Wind .. The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill Skallagrim .. Life . The Water ! The Water ... 301 302 306 307 Jeannie Morrison .. ROBERT GILFILLAN , The Happy Days o ' Youth . Oh ! Why Left I my Hame ?. O ! What is ...
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... Sleeping Child ... 415 WILLIAM EDMONDSTONE AYTOUN .. . 417 Edinburgh after Flodden .... 419 WILLIAM THOм .... 435 Jeanie's Grave .. 437 The Mitherless Bairn . 438 Lines on hearing of a Mother and Child being found Dead .. Dreamings of ...
... Sleeping Child ... 415 WILLIAM EDMONDSTONE AYTOUN .. . 417 Edinburgh after Flodden .... 419 WILLIAM THOм .... 435 Jeanie's Grave .. 437 The Mitherless Bairn . 438 Lines on hearing of a Mother and Child being found Dead .. Dreamings of ...
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... Were your bein rooms as thinly stock'd as mine , Less ye wad lose , and less ye wad repine . He that has just enough can soundly sleep ; The o'ercome only fashes fouk to keep . Roger . May plenty flow upon thee for a cross 14 RAMSAY .
... Were your bein rooms as thinly stock'd as mine , Less ye wad lose , and less ye wad repine . He that has just enough can soundly sleep ; The o'ercome only fashes fouk to keep . Roger . May plenty flow upon thee for a cross 14 RAMSAY .
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... sleeps as sound as he , Sorry pre - eminence of high descent , Above the baser born , to rot in state ! The sick man's door , and live upon the dead. But see ! the well - plumed hearse comes nodding on , Stately and slow ; and properly ...
... sleeps as sound as he , Sorry pre - eminence of high descent , Above the baser born , to rot in state ! The sick man's door , and live upon the dead. But see ! the well - plumed hearse comes nodding on , Stately and slow ; and properly ...
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... sleep . Soft music came to mine ears . like the rising breeze , that whirls at first the thistle's beard , then flies dark - shadowy over the grass . It was the maid of Fuärfed wild ! she raised the nightly song ; she knew that my soul ...
... sleep . Soft music came to mine ears . like the rising breeze , that whirls at first the thistle's beard , then flies dark - shadowy over the grass . It was the maid of Fuärfed wild ! she raised the nightly song ; she knew that my soul ...
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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 cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill ilka Jarl Jeanie land light lonely look Lord maid mair maun morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale peace poems poet poor proud rill ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee thine thou Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild WILLIAM THOM wind youth
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140 ページ - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
145 ページ - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
205 ページ - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
262 ページ - 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!
200 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...
250 ページ - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
146 ページ - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
151 ページ - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
452 ページ - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
67 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.