An Account of a Trip from Stirling to Braemar, (made from 4th to 11th September, 1893): With a Historical and Descriptive Narrative of the Places on the Route

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Privately printed at the Stirling Sentinel Office, 1894 - 188 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 178 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
الصفحة 162 - Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
الصفحة 90 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
الصفحة 4 - For his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had he : On the banks of Allan Water...
الصفحة 12 - O daughters of dreams? They are past as a slumber that passes, As the dew of a dawn of old time; More frail than the shadows on glasses, More fleet than a wave or a rhyme.
الصفحة 16 - THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing ; And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour that flies; And in soft raptures waste the day Among the shades of Invermay.
الصفحة 169 - Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death. When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath ; They call to the dirk, the claymore, and the targe, To the march and the muster, the line and the charge.
الصفحة 13 - And bairnies fu' o' glee; The wild rose and the jessamine Still hang upon the wa': How mony cherished memories Do they, sweet flowers, reca' ! Oh, the auld laird, the auld laird, Sae canty, kind, and crouse, — How mony did he welcome to His ain wee dear auld house; And the leddy too, sae genty, There sheltered Scotland's heir, And clipt a lock wi' her ain hand, Frae his lang yellow hair. The mavis still doth sweetly sing, The bluebells sweetly blaw, The bonny Earn's clear winding still, But the...
الصفحة 14 - Aye rinnin' here and there, The merry shout — oh ! whiles we greet To think we'll hear nae mair. For they are a...
الصفحة 59 - THERE'S a magical tie to the land of our home, Which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam Be that land where it may, at the Line or the Pole, It still holds the magnet that draws back the soul. 'Tis loved by the freeman, 'tis loved by the slave, 'Tis dear to the coward, more dear to the brave ! Ask of any the spot they like best on the earth, And they'll answer with pride,

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