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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... thou first arose : O lonely bird ! we wonder not , For time the strongest heart can bow , That thou should'st heave a mournful note , Or that thy sp'rit is heavy now ! OWL . Thou truly sayest I lone abide , I lived with yonder ancient ...
... thou first arose : O lonely bird ! we wonder not , For time the strongest heart can bow , That thou should'st heave a mournful note , Or that thy sp'rit is heavy now ! OWL . Thou truly sayest I lone abide , I lived with yonder ancient ...
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... Thou hast well began , but tell to me , And say what further hast thou known ? E'er Donegal abode with thee , In the Fersaid these all were gone ! OWL . Great Alexander of the spears , The mightiest chief of Albyn's race , Oft have I ...
... Thou hast well began , but tell to me , And say what further hast thou known ? E'er Donegal abode with thee , In the Fersaid these all were gone ! OWL . Great Alexander of the spears , The mightiest chief of Albyn's race , Oft have I ...
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... The auld Highlandman , 71 Ah , Peggy , since thou ' rt gane away , 72 Gang to the brakens wi ' me , 74 Lock the door , Lariston , 75 77 78 79 NARUTO RENTRER I 59 81 82 MRS AGNES LYON , · Neil Gow's farewell to whisky.
... The auld Highlandman , 71 Ah , Peggy , since thou ' rt gane away , 72 Gang to the brakens wi ' me , 74 Lock the door , Lariston , 75 77 78 79 NARUTO RENTRER I 59 81 82 MRS AGNES LYON , · Neil Gow's farewell to whisky.
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... thou speak sincere , my love ? 116 Say not the bard has turn'd old , 117 HAMILTON PAUL , 120 Helen Gray , 128 The bonnie lass of Barr , ROBERT TANNAHILL , 129 131 Jessie , the flower o ' Dumblane , 136 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes ...
... thou speak sincere , my love ? 116 Say not the bard has turn'd old , 117 HAMILTON PAUL , 120 Helen Gray , 128 The bonnie lass of Barr , ROBERT TANNAHILL , 129 131 Jessie , the flower o ' Dumblane , 136 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes ...
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... Thou kens't , Mary Hay , ROBERT ALLAN , Blink over the burn , my sweet Betty , Come awa , hie awa , • On thee , Eliza , dwell my thoughts , To a linnet , • The primrose is bonnie in spring , The bonnie lass o ' Woodhouselee , 167 169 ...
... Thou kens't , Mary Hay , ROBERT ALLAN , Blink over the burn , my sweet Betty , Come awa , hie awa , • On thee , Eliza , dwell my thoughts , To a linnet , • The primrose is bonnie in spring , The bonnie lass o ' Woodhouselee , 167 169 ...
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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.