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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... glen , I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken : What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o ' man can name ? ' Tis to woo a bonny lassie When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , When the kye comes hame , ' Tween ...
... glen , I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken : What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o ' man can name ? ' Tis to woo a bonny lassie When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , When the kye comes hame , ' Tween ...
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... glen without the name , Wi ' a bonny , bonny lassie , When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , & c . There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he lo'es to see , And on the topmost bough , O , a happy bird is he ; Where ...
... glen without the name , Wi ' a bonny , bonny lassie , When the kye comes hame . When the kye comes hame , & c . There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he lo'es to see , And on the topmost bough , O , a happy bird is he ; Where ...
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... Glen - Lyon , from a scrap of prose said to be the translation , verbatim , of a Gaelic song , and to a Gaelic air , sung by one of the sweetest singers and most accomplished and angelic beings of the human race . But , alas ! earthly ...
... Glen - Lyon , from a scrap of prose said to be the translation , verbatim , of a Gaelic song , and to a Gaelic air , sung by one of the sweetest singers and most accomplished and angelic beings of the human race . But , alas ! earthly ...
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... glen , The salt sea we ' ll harry , And bring to our Charlie The cream from the bothy And curd from the penn . Come o'er the stream , Charlie , Dear Charlie , brave Charlie ; Come o'er the sea , Charlie , And dine with M'Lean ; And you ...
... glen , The salt sea we ' ll harry , And bring to our Charlie The cream from the bothy And curd from the penn . Come o'er the stream , Charlie , Dear Charlie , brave Charlie ; Come o'er the sea , Charlie , And dine with M'Lean ; And you ...
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... glen , Of naething else our lasses sing , But Charlie an ' his men . An ' Charlie he's my darling , & c . Our Highland hearts are true an ' leal , An ' glow without a stain ; Our Highland swords are metal keen , An ' Charlie he ' s our ...
... glen , Of naething else our lasses sing , But Charlie an ' his men . An ' Charlie he's my darling , & c . Our Highland hearts are true an ' leal , An ' glow without a stain ; Our Highland swords are metal keen , An ' Charlie he ' s our ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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.