News Out of Scotland: Being a Miscellaneous Collection of Verse and Prose, Sacred and Profane, from the XIV to the XVII Century

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Eleanor Mabel Valentine Brougham (Hon.)
W. Heinemann Limited, 1926 - 283 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 260 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
الصفحة 213 - The corby left her houf in the rock; The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew; The hind came tripping o'er the dew; The wolf and the kid their raike began, And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran; The hawk and the hern attour them hung, And the...
الصفحة 201 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast...
الصفحة 88 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
الصفحة 49 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
الصفحة 130 - Which used in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes, be pleasing notes no more, But orphan...
الصفحة 217 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr — 's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
الصفحة 130 - I KNOW that all beneath the moon decays; And what by mortals in this world is brought, In time's great periods shall return to nought; That fairest states have fatal nights and days. I know that all the Muses...
الصفحة 254 - Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
الصفحة 255 - WEE bird came to our ha' door; He warbled sweet and clearly; And aye the o'ercome o' his sang Was "Wae's me for Prince Charlie!

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