A literary history of Scotland

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Scribner's Sons, 1903 - 703 sider
 

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Side 447 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Side 345 - The property which every man has in his own labour, as it is the original foundation of all other property, so it is the most sacred and inviolable.
Side 195 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says ' Haste and come to me !' 0 Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! If I were with thee, I were blest.
Side 345 - People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices.
Side 194 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Side 194 - Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell lea.
Side 415 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Side 445 - I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen." — " If, Maiden, thou would'st wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down ? And if thou canst that...
Side 351 - A little after midnight, the joyful sound of land ! land ! was heard from the Pinta, which kept always ahead of the other ships. But having been so often deceived by fallacious appearances, every man was now become slow of belief, and waited in all the anguish of uncertainty and impatience for the return of day.
Side 445 - And by your palfrey good, I read you for a ranger sworn To keep the king's greenwood.' 'A Ranger, lady, winds his horn, And 'tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.

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