Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, and SwedenHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 |
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... OF FYERS , NEAR LOCH NESS THE FALL OF FOYERS H. M. Williams . 239 A. Douglas 239 . F. Semple 241 C. Gray 242 Anonymous 243 R. Burns 244 · W. Leighton 245 INTRODUCTORY . CALEDONIA . REATHES there the man , with X CONTENTS .
... OF FYERS , NEAR LOCH NESS THE FALL OF FOYERS H. M. Williams . 239 A. Douglas 239 . F. Semple 241 C. Gray 242 Anonymous 243 R. Burns 244 · W. Leighton 245 INTRODUCTORY . CALEDONIA . REATHES there the man , with X CONTENTS .
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... gray head No foreign foe shall sever . Thy honored age in peace to save , The sternest host we'll dauntless brave , Or stem the fiercest Indian wave , Nor heart nor hand shall waver . " Though nations join yon tyrant's arm , While ...
... gray head No foreign foe shall sever . Thy honored age in peace to save , The sternest host we'll dauntless brave , Or stem the fiercest Indian wave , Nor heart nor hand shall waver . " Though nations join yon tyrant's arm , While ...
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... gray clouds are thy cold coverlid ? Thou answer'st not , for thou art dead asleep ! Thy life is but two dead eternities , - The last in air , the former in the deep ; - First with the whales , last with the eagle - skies , Drowned wast ...
... gray clouds are thy cold coverlid ? Thou answer'st not , for thou art dead asleep ! Thy life is but two dead eternities , - The last in air , the former in the deep ; - First with the whales , last with the eagle - skies , Drowned wast ...
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... gray base in playful mood rebound ; The sea beneath thee gleams with golden light ; In joyous quiet smiles the plain profound ; Set in the main o'er all the verge of sight , Lit by the rays like gems , the islands glitter bright . Fair ...
... gray base in playful mood rebound ; The sea beneath thee gleams with golden light ; In joyous quiet smiles the plain profound ; Set in the main o'er all the verge of sight , Lit by the rays like gems , the islands glitter bright . Fair ...
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... gray mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on through dub and mire , Despising wind and rain and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet ; -- Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ...
... gray mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on through dub and mire , Despising wind and rain and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet ; -- Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ...
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amang Arthur's Seat Auchtertool auld Ballochmyle banks of Ayr Ben Lomond beneath Bennachie bird Blaavin blaw blithe bloom blue bonnie lass bonny wood bosom bower braes Branksome Hall brave breast BRIG bright Carmyle Castle clouds Clyde Coquet Water corri Craig Elachie Craigcrook Craigcrook Roses Craigie Lea dark David Macbeth Moir dear deep dewy Doon dream fair Farewell flowers frae Gadie rins gleaming glen gray green ha'e hath heart heaven Highland hundred pipers lassie lo'ed Lomond lone Mary mony morn mountain mourn mournfully ne'er never night o'er proud River roar Robert Burns Robert Tannahill rock round sang scene Scotia's Scotland's shade shore sing Sir Walter Scott smile Stand fast stray stream summer sweet thee thine Thou bonny towers tree vale wander wave weary wild William Motherwell William Wordsworth wind wood of Craigie
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Side 197 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Side 56 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
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 169 - Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight : Rise ! rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! — 'Tis finished.
Side 167 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Side 7 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Side 167 - Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
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 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 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu