Scenes and Stories of the North of ScotlandThin, 1890 - 242 sidor |
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Ardgay asked Assynt Aultgraat banks Ben Wyvis Bishop Black Rock boat Boustie Caithness called Cape Wrath Castle Celts chasm chief clan cliffs coast dark deep door Earl Eilandonan face feet fish G. W. Wilson Gaelic Girnigoe glen Glen Glass head heard heather Highlands hills Hillswick Holborn Head island Johnnie Kintail lady Lady of Balcony land least length Lerwick less Lewis Loch Alsh Loch Assynt Loch Carron Loch Duich lofty look mainland miles minister Moozie Moozie's mountain native never night Norsemen northern occasion once parish peculiar Peelans perhaps question reply ridge rocky Ross-shire round sail scene scenery Scotland seen Shetland shore side Sinclair stones storm Stornoway story strong Sutherland tell Thurso tion Totaig town Ullapool venture walls waters waves wild wind woman wonder words young
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Sida 238 - Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Sida 147 - Yet more, the depths have more ! — what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
Sida 200 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Sida 93 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles, Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied to our senses plain,) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoabus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro ; Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Sida 126 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Sida 134 - Welch ha' blest the character. FROM this amphibious, ill-born mob began, That vain ill-natured thing, an Englishman. The customs, sirnames, languages, and manners, Of all these nations, are their own explainers ; Whose relics are so lasting and so strong...
Sida 30 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; whether conscious or unconscious, yet humanity's vast frame through its ocean-sundered fibers feels the gush of joy or shame; — in the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.
Sida 147 - All scattered in the bottom of the sea, Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As...
Sida 142 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play, But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie: The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dule and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border; The English, for ance, by guile wan the day: The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost, The prime o' our land, are cauld in the clay.
Sida 83 - By the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day : As we dance the dew doth fall, Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.