Caledonia described by Scott, Burns and Ramsay. With illustr. by J. Macwhirter |
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... flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the hollow pass amain , Chiding the rocks that yelled again . Close on the hounds the hunter came , To cheer them on the vanished game ; But , stumbling in the rugged ...
... flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the hollow pass amain , Chiding the rocks that yelled again . Close on the hounds the hunter came , To cheer them on the vanished game ; But , stumbling in the rugged ...
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... flower , the mountain's child . Here eglantine embalmed the air , Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale , and violet flower , Found in each cliff a narrow bower ; Foxglove and nightshade , side by side , Emblems of ...
... flower , the mountain's child . Here eglantine embalmed the air , Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale , and violet flower , Found in each cliff a narrow bower ; Foxglove and nightshade , side by side , Emblems of ...
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... flower dashed the dew ; E'en the slight hare - bell raised its head , Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue , - Those silver sounds , so soft , so dear , The listener ...
... flower dashed the dew ; E'en the slight hare - bell raised its head , Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue , - Those silver sounds , so soft , so dear , The listener ...
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... flower was in flushing , When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the correi , Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain , Like the foam on the river , Like the bubble on ...
... flower was in flushing , When blighting was nearest . Fleet foot on the correi , Sage counsel in cumber , Red hand in the foray , How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain , Like the foam on the river , Like the bubble on ...
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... flower , Nor aught of vegetative power , The weary eye may ken . For all is rocks at random thrown , Black waves , bare crags , and banks of stone , As if were here denied The summer sun , the spring's sweet dew , That 85.
... flower , Nor aught of vegetative power , The weary eye may ken . For all is rocks at random thrown , Black waves , bare crags , and banks of stone , As if were here denied The summer sun , the spring's sweet dew , That 85.
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Afton amang auld Ballochmyle banks bard beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest blithe bloom body kiss bonny bosom braes BRAID HILLS breast breeze BRIG bright brow burn CALEDONIA Castle cliff Coolin crag dark dear dearie deep deer e'er fair Farewell Fate fear Fiery Cross Flow gently flowers frae gale glen green Halloween hear heart Heaven Highland hill Jenny Katrine Lady lake lass lassie Loch Loch Katrine Lochinvar lone Lord Marmion maun mony morn mountain Nae mair Nature's ne'er NEIDPATH CASTLE Netherby night o'er owre plaid plain pride roar rock Roderick round rove rude sang scarce scene Scotia's shore Smailholm Tower smile soul stream sugh summer sweet Syne tale Tantallon Castle thee thou toil tower TUNE unco wandering wave weary weel Whyles wild wind ye'll young Lochinvar
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Page 122 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 31 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Page 232 - 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
Page 121 - 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 118 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Page 29 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 234 - O, wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, "Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 30 - Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all. Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Page 232 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Page 205 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...