The Leading Poets of Scotland: From Early TimesSimpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Company, 1891 - 314 sider |
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Side 15
... Thou at eve art LEIGHTON , ROBERT Twenty - one Duty My Mother's Grave 190 Roaming ... 190 190 MONTGOMERY , JAMES ... 191 Home Night LEYDEN , REV . JOHN , M.D. 192 Prayer Ode to the Evening Star ... 193 LOGAN , REV . JOHN 194 MONTROSE ...
... Thou at eve art LEIGHTON , ROBERT Twenty - one Duty My Mother's Grave 190 Roaming ... 190 190 MONTGOMERY , JAMES ... 191 Home Night LEYDEN , REV . JOHN , M.D. 192 Prayer Ode to the Evening Star ... 193 LOGAN , REV . JOHN 194 MONTROSE ...
Side 23
... the summer sun fell on thee from above , Shall bind thee more to come , aye to the music of our leaves , For here thy young , where thou hast sprung , shall glad thee in Our eaves . ROBERT ALLAN , 1774-1841 . BY WALTER J. KAYE ,
... the summer sun fell on thee from above , Shall bind thee more to come , aye to the music of our leaves , For here thy young , where thou hast sprung , shall glad thee in Our eaves . ROBERT ALLAN , 1774-1841 . BY WALTER J. KAYE ,
Side 25
... thou quitt'st thy song . As the welkin's shadows low'r ; Whilst the beetle wheels along , Humming to the twilight hour ; Not like thee I quit the scene To enjoy night's balmy dream ; Not like thee I wake again , Smiling with the morning ...
... thou quitt'st thy song . As the welkin's shadows low'r ; Whilst the beetle wheels along , Humming to the twilight hour ; Not like thee I quit the scene To enjoy night's balmy dream ; Not like thee I wake again , Smiling with the morning ...
Side 32
... Thou art not what thou wast before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love unloved again , God send me love my debts to pay , While unthrifts fool their love away . Nothing could have my love o'erthrown , If thou hadst ...
... Thou art not what thou wast before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love unloved again , God send me love my debts to pay , While unthrifts fool their love away . Nothing could have my love o'erthrown , If thou hadst ...
Side 33
... thou canst love more than one , Thou'rt worthy to be loved by none . The morning rose , that untouched stands , Armed with her briers , how sweet she smells ; But plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her ...
... thou canst love more than one , Thou'rt worthy to be loved by none . The morning rose , that untouched stands , Armed with her briers , how sweet she smells ; But plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her ...
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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...