Minstrelsy of the Merse: The Poets and Poetry of Berwickshire : a Country Anthology

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J. and R. Parlane, 1893 - 343 sidor

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Sida v - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Sida 43 - It opens as follows : — 0 perfect light, which shed away The darkness from the light, And set a ruler o'er the day, Another o'er the night. Thy glory when the day forth flies, More vively does appear, Nor at mid-day unto our eyes The shining sun is clear.
Sida 81 - That grac'd his mistress true ; Such charms the old world seldom saw, Nor oft I ween the new. Her raven hair plays round her neck, Like tendrils of the vine ; Her cheeks red dewy rose buds deck, Her eyes like diamonds shine.
Sida 81 - And manlier beat the wave. Her fair companions one and all, Rejoicing crowd the strand ; For now her lover swam in call, And almost touch'd the land. Then through the white surf did she haste, To clasp her lovely swain ; When, ah ! a shark bit through his...
Sida 298 - Weel may ye save an' see, bonny lass, " An' weel may ye save an' see." " An' sae wi' you, ye weel-bred knight, " And what's your will wi' me ?" " The night is misty and mirk, fair may, " And I have ridden astray, " And will ye be so kind, fair may, " As come out and point my way ?" " Ride out, ride out, ye ramp rider ! " Your steed's baith stout and strang; " For out of the bought I dare na come,
Sida 311 - But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear, Had many battles seen ; He set the youngest wonder sair, Till the eldest he grew keen. " I am nae king, nor nae sic thing : My word it shanna stand ! For Ethert sail a buffet bide, Come he beneath my brand.
Sida 173 - When thou art near me, Sorrow seems to fly, And then I think, as well I may, That on this earth there is no one More blest than I. But when thou leav'st me, Doubts and fears arise, And darkness reigns, Where all before was light. The sunshine of my soul Is in those eyes, And when they leave me All the world is night. But when thou art near me, Sorrow...
Sida 305 - I believe to be handed down, from father to son, for many generations, although, no doubt, had a copy been taken, at the end of every fifty years, there must have been some difference, occasioned by the gradual change of language. I believe it is thus that many very ancient songs have been gradually modernized, to the common ear; while, to the connoisseur, they present marks of their genuine antiquity.
Sida 312 - Now let him up," King Edward cried, " And let him come to me : And for the deed that thou hast done, Thou shalt hae erldomes three.
Sida 214 - Maxwelton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gi'ed me her promise true ; Gi'ed me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be, And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.

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