Scotia's BardsR. Carter and brothers, 1854 - 563 strán (strany) |
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Strana v
... themes for poetry . Hence her poets have always excelled in lyric composition , and no other country can show so large , so varied , or so charming a literature of song . To the Editor the preparation of this volume has been.
... themes for poetry . Hence her poets have always excelled in lyric composition , and no other country can show so large , so varied , or so charming a literature of song . To the Editor the preparation of this volume has been.
Strana vi
... land by Burns and Ramsay , and to the favorite songs of that same loved isle by Hogg , Tannahill , and Gilfillan -been melted by the touching strains of Delta and Thom , and the pensive sadness of Motherwell , as vi PREFACE .
... land by Burns and Ramsay , and to the favorite songs of that same loved isle by Hogg , Tannahill , and Gilfillan -been melted by the touching strains of Delta and Thom , and the pensive sadness of Motherwell , as vi PREFACE .
Strana xi
... songs , written with more tenderness , nature , and feeling , than any other lyric compositions that are ex- tant — and we may perhaps be allowed to say , that the Scotch is , in reality , a highly poetical language ; and that it is an ...
... songs , written with more tenderness , nature , and feeling , than any other lyric compositions that are ex- tant — and we may perhaps be allowed to say , that the Scotch is , in reality , a highly poetical language ; and that it is an ...
Strana xiv
... Song ... 155 . 157 193 195 199 201 203 204 . 205 207 208 209 211 ROBERT TANNAHILL .. 213 The Braes of Gleniffer .. 215 Jessie , the Flower of Dumblane . 216 Gloomy Winter . . . ... 218 The Lament of Wallace .. 219 The Maniac's Song ...
... Song ... 155 . 157 193 195 199 201 203 204 . 205 207 208 209 211 ROBERT TANNAHILL .. 213 The Braes of Gleniffer .. 215 Jessie , the Flower of Dumblane . 216 Gloomy Winter . . . ... 218 The Lament of Wallace .. 219 The Maniac's Song ...
Strana xv
... Song of the Wild Bushman .. The Lion and Giraffe . The Hottentot .. Farewell to Teviotdale . The Nameless Stream . ROBERT POLLOK ... 275 280 281 283 284 . 286 . 287 The Invitation .. The Dying Mother . Simplicity . WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ...
... Song of the Wild Bushman .. The Lion and Giraffe . The Hottentot .. Farewell to Teviotdale . The Nameless Stream . ROBERT POLLOK ... 275 280 281 283 284 . 286 . 287 The Invitation .. The Dying Mother . Simplicity . WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ...
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ALEXANDER BETHUNE art thou bairns beams beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed bloom bonny bosom braes breast breath bright brow burn canna Casa Wappy cauld cheek cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill ilka Jarl Jeanie land light lonely look Lord maid mair maun morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale peace poems poet poor proud rill ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee thine thou Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild WILLIAM THOM wind youth
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Strana 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...
Strana 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 "...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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.