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... O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious guava wave her yellow fruit ; Nor golden apples glimmer from the tree ; - Land of dark heath and mountain , thou art free ! LEYDEN ...
... O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear ; Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot ; Nor luscious guava wave her yellow fruit ; Nor golden apples glimmer from the tree ; - Land of dark heath and mountain , thou art free ! LEYDEN ...
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Around THEE thrown , tempest o'er tempest roll'd Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing , Riding sublime , THOU ... o'er the rock , the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe . And ye , whose bolder note is ...
Around THEE thrown , tempest o'er tempest roll'd Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing , Riding sublime , THOU ... o'er the rock , the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe . And ye , whose bolder note is ...
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... o'er the nations shook her conquering dart : For sluggard's brow the laurel never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone ...
... o'er the nations shook her conquering dart : For sluggard's brow the laurel never grows ; Renown is not the child of indolent repose . " Had unambitious mortals minded nought , But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone ...
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... o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler air , And a ' the sweets it bears , when void o ' care ! What ails ye , Roger , then ? what gars ye grane ? Tell me the cause o ' thy ill - season'd` pain . Roger . I'm ...
... o'er their pleasing rants ! How halesome it's to snuff the cauler air , And a ' the sweets it bears , when void o ' care ! What ails ye , Roger , then ? what gars ye grane ? Tell me the cause o ' thy ill - season'd` pain . Roger . I'm ...
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... O'er Bogie was the spring , and her delyte ; Yet , tauntingly , she at her cousin speer'd , Gif she cou'd tell what tune I play'd , and sneer'd . Flocks , wander where ye like , I dinna care , I'll break my reed , and never whistle mair ...
... O'er Bogie was the spring , and her delyte ; Yet , tauntingly , she at her cousin speer'd , Gif she cou'd tell what tune I play'd , and sneer'd . Flocks , wander where ye like , I dinna care , I'll break my reed , and never whistle mair ...
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ALEXANDER BETHUNE art thou bairns beams beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blessed bloom bonny bosom braes breast breath bright brow burn canna Casa Wappy cauld cheek child cloud Colonsay dark dear death deep desert dreams e'er earth fair Fairy-Queen farewell father Fingal flowers frae friends gentle glen grave green hame hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HECTOR MACNEILL hills ilka Jarl Jeanie land life's light lonely look Lord maid mair maun MICHAEL BRUCE morning mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er Ossian pale poems poet poor proud ROBERT GILFILLAN ROBERT NICOLL ROBERT TANNAHILL round Roxburghshire Sabbath Scotland Scottish silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stream sweet tears thee thine Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weel weeping wild wind youth
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Page 200 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light ; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 202 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 115 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 146 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 148 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 373 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Page 251 - The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground over-powered The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Page 207 - 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.
Page 262 - ... FLOWING SEA" A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 7 - Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to HIM; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.