The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, Volumen2Charles Rogers 1856 |
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... braes , 137 The lass of Arranteenie , 139 Yon burn side , 140 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 141 Through Crockston Castle's lanely wa's , 142 The braes o ' Balquhither , 143 Gloomy winter's now awa ' , . 145 O ! are ye sleeping , Maggie ...
... braes , 137 The lass of Arranteenie , 139 Yon burn side , 140 The braes o ' Gleniffer , 141 Through Crockston Castle's lanely wa's , 142 The braes o ' Balquhither , 143 Gloomy winter's now awa ' , . 145 O ! are ye sleeping , Maggie ...
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... braes o ' Ballahun , The unco grave , Julia's grave , 227 229 230 231 Fareweel , ye streams , 232 JOHN STRUTHERS , 235 Admiring Nature's simple charms , 239 Oh , bonnie buds yon birchen tree , 240 RICHARD GALL , 241 How sweet is the ...
... braes o ' Ballahun , The unco grave , Julia's grave , 227 229 230 231 Fareweel , ye streams , 232 JOHN STRUTHERS , 235 Admiring Nature's simple charms , 239 Oh , bonnie buds yon birchen tree , 240 RICHARD GALL , 241 How sweet is the ...
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... braes , JOSEPH TRAIN , My doggie Blooming Jessie , 278 281 282 283 · 285 286 287 288 293 295 Old Scotia , 296 ROBERT JAMIESON , 297 My wife's a winsome wee thing , 299 Go to him , then , if thou can'st go , 300 WALTER WATSON , 302 • My ...
... braes , JOSEPH TRAIN , My doggie Blooming Jessie , 278 281 282 283 · 285 286 287 288 293 295 Old Scotia , 296 ROBERT JAMIESON , 297 My wife's a winsome wee thing , 299 Go to him , then , if thou can'st go , 300 WALTER WATSON , 302 • My ...
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... braes of Yarrow , Has closed the Shepherd - poet's eyes . * * * " No more of old romantic sorrows , For slaughter'd youth or love - lorn maid , With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten , * And Ettrick mourns with her their Shepherd dead ...
... braes of Yarrow , Has closed the Shepherd - poet's eyes . * * * " No more of old romantic sorrows , For slaughter'd youth or love - lorn maid , With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten , * And Ettrick mourns with her their Shepherd dead ...
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... by the words adapted to the formerly popular air , " Lass , gin ye lo'e me " -beginning , " I hae laid a herring in saut . " The lamb is bonny upon the brae , The leveret JAMES HOGG . 67 Lass, an' ye lo'e me, tell me now,
... by the words adapted to the formerly popular air , " Lass , gin ye lo'e me " -beginning , " I hae laid a herring in saut . " The lamb is bonny upon the brae , The leveret JAMES HOGG . 67 Lass, an' ye lo'e me, tell me now,
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Términos y frases comunes
afterwards Allan Cunningham amang auld ballad Bard bawbee beauty became blaw blooming bonny lassie bosom bower braes Campbell canna Charlie charms cheer clan composition dear dearie e'en Edinburgh edition fair Fareweel father Fife flower frae Gaelic Glasgow glen green heart Highland Highland laddie hills Hogg honour ilka James James Hogg Jamie Jessie kye comes hame laddie Laidlaw lass literary lo'e Maggie mair Mary maun Minstrel Minstrelsy morning mountain muse naething native ne'er never night o'er Paisley parish period pleasure poem poet poetical poetry published R. A. Smith Robert ROBERT TANNAHILL Scadlock scenes Scotland Scots Magazine Scottish sigh sing Sir Walter Scott smile song sweet Tannahill thee There's thine thou tree University of Edinburgh verses volume wave weel wild William Laidlaw winds yon burn side young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 258 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
Página 254 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 257 - In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their...
Página 257 - How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! " Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?" " Thou shall live," she replied, " Heaven's mercy relieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn...
Página 259 - Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Página 45 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Página 259 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls And the mermaid's song condoles Singing glory to the souls Of the brave!
Página 243 - tis doubly dear to me ; Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew ; Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure ; Now a sad and last adieu ! THE BRAES O
Página 258 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Página 33 - ... Thou too art gone before ; but why, O'er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, Should frail survivors heave a sigh ? Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep ; For Her who, ere her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep. No more of old romantic sorrows, For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid ! With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten, And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.