Nether Lochaber: The Natural History, Legends, and Folk-lore of the West Highlands

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W. Paterson, 1883 - 417 páginas
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Página 1 - Farewell, farewell, but this I tell To thee, them Wedding Guest, He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man, and bird, and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things, both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 118 - thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy, low, lie down : Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 74 - I have found out a gift for my fair : I have found where the wood-pigeons breed ; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd. Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such
Página 382 - Has God, thou fool ! worked solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food ? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn ; Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. I* it for thee the linnet
Página 120 - from the Song of Solomon :—" For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; the flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; the figtree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell.
Página 28 - At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, 'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay, All Nature's children feel the matin spring Of life reviving, with reviving day ; And while yon little bark glides down the bay, Wafting the stranger on his way again, Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel grey, And sweetly o'er the lake
Página 74 - I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove ; That it ever attended the bold, And she called it the Sister of Love. But her words such a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever «he
Página 12 - warn'd thee, but in vain, for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; That boiling blood would carry thee too far, Young as thou wert to dangers, raw to war ; O curs'd essay of arms, disastrous doom, Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come. Hard elements of
Página 12 - 0 Pallas, thou hast failed thy plighted word, To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword ; I warn'd thee, but in vain, for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; That boiling blood would carry thee too far, Young as thou wert to dangers, raw to war ; O

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