Annals of the Caledonians, Picts, and Scots: And of Strathclyde, Cumberland, Galloway, and Murray, Volumen 1

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W. and D. Laing, 1828 - 341 páginas
 

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Página 39 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Página 40 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And stretch'd beneath the inclement skies Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins. And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat...
Página 41 - While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat ; And, spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow : " Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn " Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn.
Página 39 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still shone with undiminish'd blaze ? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell. The rural pipe and merry lay No more shall cheer the happy day : No social scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night : No strains but those of sorrow flow, And nought be heard but sounds of woe, While the pale phantoms of the slain Glide...
Página 40 - Yet, when the rage of battle ceased, The victor's soul was not appeased ; The naked and forlorn must feel Devouring flames, and murdering steel ! The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath, The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend...
Página 221 - Bede, the servant of God, and priest of the monastery of the blessed apostles. Peter and Paul, which is at Wearmouth and Jarrow...
Página 119 - At that time the Cat-stane was a larger and much more imposing monument than it is now, as shown in the following description of it. " One monument," says he, " I met with within four miles of Edinburgh, different from .all I had seen elsewhere, and never observed by their antiquaries. I take it to be the tomb of some Pictish king; though situate by a river side, remote enough from any church. It is an area of about seven yards diameter, raised a little above the rest of the ground, and encompassed...
Página 39 - THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground. Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty.
Página 9 - Each of them inhabit mountains, very rugged, and wanting water, and also desert fields, full of marshes : they have neither castles nor cities, nor dwell in any : they live on milk, and by hunting, and maintain themselves by the fruits of trees : for fishes, of which there is a very great and numberless quantity, they never taste : they dwell naked in tents, and without shoes : they use " Vita Agncolif, § 11, &c. wives in common, and whatever is born to them they bring up.
Página 74 - When they, beginning at the south, had made themselves masters of the greatest part of the island, it happened, that the nation of the Picts, from Scythia, as is reported, putting to sea, in a few long ships...

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