Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... encampit on the dale , Norse army lay in sight . " Yonder , my valiant sons and feres2 , Our raging reivers wait , On the unconquered Scottish sward To try with us their fate . " Mak ' orisons to him that saved Our souls 22 LADY WARDLAW .
... encampit on the dale , Norse army lay in sight . " Yonder , my valiant sons and feres2 , Our raging reivers wait , On the unconquered Scottish sward To try with us their fate . " Mak ' orisons to him that saved Our souls 22 LADY WARDLAW .
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... fate ; There's ills eneu ' To cram our days , which soon grow late ; Let's live just now . 3 hollows look stormy . When northern blasts the ocean snurl , And gar the heights and howes look gurl3 , Then left about the bumper whirl , And ...
... fate ; There's ills eneu ' To cram our days , which soon grow late ; Let's live just now . 3 hollows look stormy . When northern blasts the ocean snurl , And gar the heights and howes look gurl3 , Then left about the bumper whirl , And ...
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... fate . " The spinning , the spinning , it gars my heart sob When I think upon the beginning o't ; I thought ere I died to have ance made a wob2 , But still I had wears3 of the spinning o't . But had I nine dochters , as I ha'e but three ...
... fate . " The spinning , the spinning , it gars my heart sob When I think upon the beginning o't ; I thought ere I died to have ance made a wob2 , But still I had wears3 of the spinning o't . But had I nine dochters , as I ha'e but three ...
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... fate seemed likely to befall his new composition . A publisher , Millan , gave him three guineas for the copyright ; but for a month " Winter " lay on the counter unnoticed . Then one day , a clergyman of some literary connection ...
... fate seemed likely to befall his new composition . A publisher , Millan , gave him three guineas for the copyright ; but for a month " Winter " lay on the counter unnoticed . Then one day , a clergyman of some literary connection ...
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... , the wicked wight Was placed ; and , to his lute , of cruel fate And labour harsh complained , lamenting man's estate . I is named . DAVID MALLET . 1700-1765 . When the name MacGregor was THE CASTle of indolence . 115.
... , the wicked wight Was placed ; and , to his lute , of cruel fate And labour harsh complained , lamenting man's estate . I is named . DAVID MALLET . 1700-1765 . When the name MacGregor was THE CASTle of indolence . 115.
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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...