The Leading Poets of Scotland: From Early TimesSimpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Company, 1891 - 314 sider |
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... hearts , and gives to their countrymen and the world , hearty cheer , earnest sympathy , and grateful comfort ; or draws lessons and pictures from the " grand auld hills , " the flocks and herds , the flowers , the sea , as with a ...
... hearts , and gives to their countrymen and the world , hearty cheer , earnest sympathy , and grateful comfort ; or draws lessons and pictures from the " grand auld hills , " the flocks and herds , the flowers , the sea , as with a ...
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... heart licht 24 Epitaph 24 BENNOCH , FRANCIS , F.R.S.L. My Books An Appeal for Peace 25 BLACKIE , JOHN STUART Moments ... Advice to a Favourite Student BLACKLOCK , REV . THOS . , D.D. 28 To Dr. Beattie 29 To Dr. Ogilvie ** I * wwww www ...
... heart licht 24 Epitaph 24 BENNOCH , FRANCIS , F.R.S.L. My Books An Appeal for Peace 25 BLACKIE , JOHN STUART Moments ... Advice to a Favourite Student BLACKLOCK , REV . THOS . , D.D. 28 To Dr. Beattie 29 To Dr. Ogilvie ** I * wwww www ...
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... hearts like the hearts far awa ' ? When I think on the nights we ha'e spent hand in hand , Wi ' mirth for our sowther , and friendship our band , This world it gets dark ; but ilk night has a daw ' , And I yet may rejoice in the land ...
... hearts like the hearts far awa ' ? When I think on the nights we ha'e spent hand in hand , Wi ' mirth for our sowther , and friendship our band , This world it gets dark ; but ilk night has a daw ' , And I yet may rejoice in the land ...
Side 24
... hearts of Scotland Prayed it might never fa ' , The thistle was sae bonny green , The rose sae like the snaw . But the weird sisters sat grew ; Where Hope's fair emblems They drapt a drap upon the rose O ' bitter blasting dew ; ROBERT ...
... hearts of Scotland Prayed it might never fa ' , The thistle was sae bonny green , The rose sae like the snaw . But the weird sisters sat grew ; Where Hope's fair emblems They drapt a drap upon the rose O ' bitter blasting dew ; ROBERT ...
Side 25
... heart was broken , For the rose sae like the snaw ! To a Linnety CHAUNT no more thy roundelay , Lovely minstrel of the grove , Charm no more the hours away , With thine artless tale of love ; Chaunt no more thy roundelay , Sad it steals ...
... heart was broken , For the rose sae like the snaw ! To a Linnety CHAUNT no more thy roundelay , Lovely minstrel of the grove , Charm no more the hours away , With thine artless tale of love ; Chaunt no more thy roundelay , Sad it steals ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Aberdeen afterwards Allan ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALLAN RAMSAY appeared auld Baillie ballads bard BARONESS NAIRNE beauty became Blacklock Blackwood's Magazine bloom bonnie born Bradford breath Burns Church Cunningham dark daughter dear death died Douglas Dumfries Edin Edinburgh edition entitled fair father flowers FORSHAW frae friends GAVIN DOUGLAS genius Glasgow grave green heart heaven honour Hume Ilkley James Joanna Baillie John KAYE King lady land literary literature living LL.D London LORD BISHOP lyrical Magazine Marischal College Marquis married morn Muses native never night o'er parish peace poem poet poetical poetry praise Professor published Robert Robert Burns rose Scotland Scots Scottish sing Sir Walter Scott smile songs sorrow soul spirit Spring sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas the Rhymer thou tragedy University University of Edinburgh verse volume wave whilst WILLIAM wrote young youth
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Side 117 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 271 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 105 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Side 103 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek...
Side 107 - ... bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Side 271 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Side 275 - 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 O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night. Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light!
Side 270 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Side 104 - 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 !
Side 115 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...