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Page 137 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 186 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Page 135 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart...
Page 50 - It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame, And their hats were o' the birk. It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh; But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh. "Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 47 - Twixt Tweed and Leader standing. The bird that flees through Redpath trees And Gledswood banks each morrow, May chant and sing — sweet Lender's haughs And Bonny howns of Yarrow. But Minstrel Burn cannot assuage His grief, while life endureth, To see the changes of this age Which fleeting time procureth ; For mony a place stands in hard case, Where blithe folks kent nae sorrow, With Homes that dwelt on Leader side, And Scotts that dwelt on Yarrow.
Page 47 - For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ! And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest. No more on prancing palfrey borne...
Page 26 - Have not they a like sense of poverty ? I speak plainly. In good earnest, I do think the Scots Nation have been under as great a suffering, in point of livelihood and subsistence outwardly, as any People I have yet named to you. I do think truly they are a very ruined Nation.
Page 47 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.