Poems of Places: Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and SwedenHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 |
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... seen , Not half so fragrant , half so fair , As Kate of Aberdeen . Strike up the tabor's boldest notes , We'll rouse the nodding grove ; The nested birds shall raise their throats , And hail the maid I love . And see , the matin lark ...
... seen , Not half so fragrant , half so fair , As Kate of Aberdeen . Strike up the tabor's boldest notes , We'll rouse the nodding grove ; The nested birds shall raise their throats , And hail the maid I love . And see , the matin lark ...
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... seen the blooming rosy brier , YE On stately Dee's wild woody knowes ; Ye've seen the op'ning lily fair , In streamy Don's gay broomy howes ; An ' ilka bonnie flower that grows Amang their banks and braes sae green , These borrow a ...
... seen the blooming rosy brier , YE On stately Dee's wild woody knowes ; Ye've seen the op'ning lily fair , In streamy Don's gay broomy howes ; An ' ilka bonnie flower that grows Amang their banks and braes sae green , These borrow a ...
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... seen , Riding out from Aberdeen , With bared heads to meet me . " When each goodwife , o'er and o'er , Blessed me as I passed her door ; And the snooded daughter , Through her casement glancing down , Smiled on him who bore renown From ...
... seen , Riding out from Aberdeen , With bared heads to meet me . " When each goodwife , o'er and o'er , Blessed me as I passed her door ; And the snooded daughter , Through her casement glancing down , Smiled on him who bore renown From ...
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... seen , in lone sublimity , Towering above the sea and little ships ; For dwarfs the tallest seem while sailing by , Each for her haven ; with her freight of care , Pleasure , or grief , and toil that seldom looks Into the secret of to ...
... seen , in lone sublimity , Towering above the sea and little ships ; For dwarfs the tallest seem while sailing by , Each for her haven ; with her freight of care , Pleasure , or grief , and toil that seldom looks Into the secret of to ...
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... seen by ony ; Sae sweet amidst her native hills Obscurely blooms my Jeanie , Mair fair and gay than rosy May , The flower o ' Arranteenie . Now from the mountain's lofty brow I view the distant ocean , There Avarice guides the bounding ...
... seen by ony ; Sae sweet amidst her native hills Obscurely blooms my Jeanie , Mair fair and gay than rosy May , The flower o ' Arranteenie . Now from the mountain's lofty brow I view the distant ocean , There Avarice guides the bounding ...
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amang Auchtertool auld Ballochmyle banks of Ayr Ben Lomond beneath Bennachie birds birks birks of Aberfeldy Blaavin blaw blithe bloom blue bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast BRIG bright Carmyle Castle Castle-Gordon clouds Clyde Coquet Water corri crag Craig Elachie Craigcrook Craigie Hill Craigie Lea dark David Macbeth Moir dear deep dewy dream fair Farewell flowers foam frae Gadie rins gleaming glen gloom gray green ha'e hath heart heaven Highland hundred pipers lassie lo'ed Lomond lone loud Mary mony morn mountain mourn mournfully ne'er night o'er proud River roar Robert Burns Robert Tannahill rock round sang scene shade shore sing Sir Walter Scott smile solitude of Binnorie Stand fast stray stream summer sweet thee thine torrents towers tree vale wander wave weary wild William Wordsworth wind wood of Craigie
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Side 1 - 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 burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Side 56 - 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...
Side 168 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Side 73 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw...
Side 55 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Side 170 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Side 197 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Side 25 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Side 183 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Side 39 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!