Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 páginas |
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... blood . They are proud to be citizens of a land that has produced Reid , and Stewart , and Brown - Boston , Erskine , and Chalmers - Burns , Campbell , and Scott - James Watt , James Mackintosh , and Francis Jeffrey . And though they ...
... blood . They are proud to be citizens of a land that has produced Reid , and Stewart , and Brown - Boston , Erskine , and Chalmers - Burns , Campbell , and Scott - James Watt , James Mackintosh , and Francis Jeffrey . And though they ...
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... blood , And puts all nature in a jovial mood . How heartsome it's to see the rising plants ! To hear the birds chirm o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler air , And a ' the sweets it bears , when void o ...
... blood , And puts all nature in a jovial mood . How heartsome it's to see the rising plants ! To hear the birds chirm o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler air , And a ' the sweets it bears , when void o ...
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... blood to spill , I'll warrant death come soon eneugh a - will . Patie . Daft gowk ! leave aff that silly whinging way ; Seem careless , there's my hand ye'll win the day . Hinton BrOC Hear how I serv'd my lass I looe 16 RAMSAY .
... blood to spill , I'll warrant death come soon eneugh a - will . Patie . Daft gowk ! leave aff that silly whinging way ; Seem careless , there's my hand ye'll win the day . Hinton BrOC Hear how I serv'd my lass I looe 16 RAMSAY .
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... blood run chill . Quite round the pile , a row of rev'rend elms , ( Coeval near with that , ) all ragged show , Long lash'd by the rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a top , That scarce two crows ...
... blood run chill . Quite round the pile , a row of rev'rend elms , ( Coeval near with that , ) all ragged show , Long lash'd by the rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a top , That scarce two crows ...
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... blood , Strik'st out the dimple from the cheek of mirth , And ev'ry smirking feature from the face ; Branding our laughter with the name of madness . Where are the jesters now ? The men of health Complexionally pleasant ? Where the ...
... blood , Strik'st out the dimple from the cheek of mirth , And ev'ry smirking feature from the face ; Branding our laughter with the name of madness . Where are the jesters now ? The men of health Complexionally pleasant ? Where the ...
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Página 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 145 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Página 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 262 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. 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...
Página 250 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 151 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Página 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Página 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.