The Edinburgh Book of Scottish Verse, 1300-1900, Parte1William Macneile Dixon Meiklejohn and Holden, 1910 - 938 páginas |
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... land , of the literary or political influences to which she has most willingly and fully responded . If Fergusson and Burns are more truly Scottish , it is not uninteresting or uninstructive to recall the Italian grace of Drummond , or ...
... land , of the literary or political influences to which she has most willingly and fully responded . If Fergusson and Burns are more truly Scottish , it is not uninteresting or uninstructive to recall the Italian grace of Drummond , or ...
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... land , And has brocht here , richt till our hand , Riches in - to so great plentie , That the poverest of you sall be Baith rich and michty there - with - all , Gif that we win , as weil may fall . The thrid is , that we for our livis ...
... land , And has brocht here , richt till our hand , Riches in - to so great plentie , That the poverest of you sall be Baith rich and michty there - with - all , Gif that we win , as weil may fall . The thrid is , that we for our livis ...
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... land , Of ony knicht gif he micht hear Wald fecht with that giand . A worthy prince that had no peer Has ta'en the deed on hand , For the lufe of the lady clear , And held full true cunnand . That prince come proudly to the toun Of that ...
... land , Of ony knicht gif he micht hear Wald fecht with that giand . A worthy prince that had no peer Has ta'en the deed on hand , For the lufe of the lady clear , And held full true cunnand . That prince come proudly to the toun Of that ...
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... land , How he fell in the Mire Fleand to Turkiland As young Aurora , with crystal hail , In orient shew her visage pale , A sweving swyth did me assail , Of sonis of Sathanis seed ; Me thocht a Turk of Tartary Come throw the boundis of ...
... land , How he fell in the Mire Fleand to Turkiland As young Aurora , with crystal hail , In orient shew her visage pale , A sweving swyth did me assail , Of sonis of Sathanis seed ; Me thocht a Turk of Tartary Come throw the boundis of ...
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... land nor rent , Great micht , nor hie magnificence , He has eneuch that is content . Who had all riches unto Inde , And were not satisfiet in mind , With povertie I hald him shent ; Of covatice sic is the kind : He has eneuch that is ...
... land nor rent , Great micht , nor hie magnificence , He has eneuch that is content . Who had all riches unto Inde , And were not satisfiet in mind , With povertie I hald him shent ; Of covatice sic is the kind : He has eneuch that is ...
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aboon amang auld baith baloo bird birks blaw Bonny Dundee braes braw bride bright busk cauld Charlie dance dear doun dowie fair fair Annie Farewell Fiunary flower frae gane gang glen Glenkindie green grey gude haif hair hairt hame heart heaven hills hundred pipers ilka Islay King lady land lass lassie lo'e Lord Lord Gregory lufe lusty maun merry micht mither mony nae mair nane ne'er never night nocht o'er owre Peblis Pipers richt round sall sang scho Scotland sing snaw song stag suld sweet Syne ta'en Tam Lin thee There's thocht thou thro Timor Mortis conturbat wald weary weel Whilk Whill wild Willie wind yald Yarrow young young Benjie
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Página 646 - 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...
Página 504 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 412 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Página 529 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 504 - Our toils obscure, and a* that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp ; The man's the gowd for a* that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Página 500 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw...
Página 475 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Página 584 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe...
Página 580 - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
Página 486 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...