Poems and Songs, Principally Relating to Scottish Manners and CustomsP. Livingston, 1847 - 158 strán (strany) |
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... mourn , And tell her hapless tale to midnight ghost . Here wild flowers and the green yew tree adorn The graves of those who sleep till life's eternal morn . XI . The bell has ceased - all enter church - and now Service begins : A psalm ...
... mourn , And tell her hapless tale to midnight ghost . Here wild flowers and the green yew tree adorn The graves of those who sleep till life's eternal morn . XI . The bell has ceased - all enter church - and now Service begins : A psalm ...
Strana 47
... MOURN . " I. WHEN gentle spring's ethereal bloom Made fields and forests gay , One morning , as I wander'd forth Along the banks of Tay , I spied a man whose back was bent , But cank'ring grief and care Seem'd utter strangers to his ...
... MOURN . " I. WHEN gentle spring's ethereal bloom Made fields and forests gay , One morning , as I wander'd forth Along the banks of Tay , I spied a man whose back was bent , But cank'ring grief and care Seem'd utter strangers to his ...
Strana 49
... mourn . V. ' Tis true that tyrants , while in power , Oppress man here below ; But why from this should it be said That man was doomed to woe . " Tis madness for the rich and great To treat the poor with scorn ; Oh ! why has man the ...
... mourn . V. ' Tis true that tyrants , while in power , Oppress man here below ; But why from this should it be said That man was doomed to woe . " Tis madness for the rich and great To treat the poor with scorn ; Oh ! why has man the ...
Strana 56
... mourn ! May they grow in grace and beauty ! May they ever , ever prove Choicest blessings to their parents , Who reward them with their love ! VIII . So we welcome here Prince Albert ; Consort to our Royal Queen : May his days to come ...
... mourn ! May they grow in grace and beauty ! May they ever , ever prove Choicest blessings to their parents , Who reward them with their love ! VIII . So we welcome here Prince Albert ; Consort to our Royal Queen : May his days to come ...
Strana 61
... mourn O'er this lowly bed of thine . Oh ! till life's eternal morn , May such bed of rest be mine ! IX . Here all lie ! the father , mother , Silently are sleeping here : Here the younger , elder brother , Both are stretched upon one ...
... mourn O'er this lowly bed of thine . Oh ! till life's eternal morn , May such bed of rest be mine ! IX . Here all lie ! the father , mother , Silently are sleeping here : Here the younger , elder brother , Both are stretched upon one ...
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ae night aften Anna auld kirk-yard awfu baith barley bree Beneath the trystin blaw blessed thing blest blooming heather Bonnie Dundee BONNIE LASS bosom burn canna cauld chiel cottage cottar creels cried D'ye mind dear Dearest deary dinna Dundee e'en earth fair Father's fear frae friends gang awa gi'e grave guid Hail hail the Queen happy heard heart heaven herding o't hills humble ilka John JOHN BETHUNE kiddies kind laddie lassie lo'ed look lovely Annie mair mang maun mither mony morn mourn ne'er never o'er peace poems Queen Victoria sang skies smiled snaw songs soon sorrow tears tell thee There's thou thundering cannon time's tree true TRYSTING TREE VIII wander weary weel ween Whar wind yonder bower young
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Strana 3 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strana 9 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings; " An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind.
Strana 49 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Strana 20 - Tis but a night, a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed, and then are gone.
Strana 59 - I did not think there was so much beauty in a locality so little talked of. Around me lay the hills reposing in quiet grandeur, and before me lay the "Loch of Lindores, which in the calm twilight of a summer's evening appears like the eye of nature looking up to its Maker in the spirit of meek and quiet devotion.
Strana 53 - STIR the beal-fire, wave the banner, Bid the thundering cannon sound, Rend the skies with acclamation, Stun the woods and waters round, Till the echoes of our gathering Turn the world's admiring gaze To this act of duteous homage Scotland to her Poet pays. Fill the banks and braes with music, Be it loud and low by turns — That we owe the deathless glory, This the hapless fate of Burns.
Strana 142 - An' those that used to meet us there We'll think on many a year. Iv. Now let us hope our years may be As guid as they ha'e been : Let's hope we ne'er again will see The sorrows we hae seen ; An
Strana 141 - We ran about the burnie's side, The spot will aye be dear ; An' those that used to meet us there We'll think on many a year.