Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... Syne he has gane far hynd1 out o'er Lord Chattan's land sae wide . That lord a worthy wight was aye When faes his courage ' sayed Of Pictish race by mother's side , When Picts ruled Caledon- Lord Chattan claimed the princely maid When ...
... Syne he has gane far hynd1 out o'er Lord Chattan's land sae wide . That lord a worthy wight was aye When faes his courage ' sayed Of Pictish race by mother's side , When Picts ruled Caledon- Lord Chattan claimed the princely maid When ...
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... Syne with the first stroke e'er he strake He garr'd his body bleed . Norse een like grey gosshawk's stared wild ; He sighed with shame and spite- " Disgraced is now my far - famed arm , That left you power to strike ! " I coat . 2 woven ...
... Syne with the first stroke e'er he strake He garr'd his body bleed . Norse een like grey gosshawk's stared wild ; He sighed with shame and spite- " Disgraced is now my far - famed arm , That left you power to strike ! " I coat . 2 woven ...
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... jeer . " Aft Britons ' blood has dimmed its shine ; This point cut short their vaunt . ¡± Syne pierced the boisterous bearded cheek- Nae time he took to taunt . Short while he in his saddle swung , His stirrup 26 LADY WARDLAW .
... jeer . " Aft Britons ' blood has dimmed its shine ; This point cut short their vaunt . ¡± Syne pierced the boisterous bearded cheek- Nae time he took to taunt . Short while he in his saddle swung , His stirrup 26 LADY WARDLAW .
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... Syne kill her dead . " At the Kings - muir and Kelly - law , Where good stout hares gang fast awa ' , So cleverly I did it claw , With pith and speed ; I bure the bell before them a ' As clear's a bead . 2 hares . 3 hindquarters . " I ...
... Syne kill her dead . " At the Kings - muir and Kelly - law , Where good stout hares gang fast awa ' , So cleverly I did it claw , With pith and speed ; I bure the bell before them a ' As clear's a bead . 2 hares . 3 hindquarters . " I ...
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... Syne sweetly ca'd the healths aroun ' , To bonny lasses , black or brown , As we lo'ed best : In bumpers we dull cares did drown , And took our rest . When in our pouch we fand some clinks 5 , And took a turn o'er Bruntsfield Links ...
... Syne sweetly ca'd the healths aroun ' , To bonny lasses , black or brown , As we lo'ed best : In bumpers we dull cares did drown , And took our rest . When in our pouch we fand some clinks 5 , And took a turn o'er Bruntsfield Links ...
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121 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But hark! — the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was: Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved ! Oh ! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts ! No youth lay ever there before thee. ' Pale, pale indeed ! O lovely, lovely youth ! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts ! No youth shall ever lie there after.' ' Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride ! Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs — He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are...