The history and scenery of Fife and Kinross, by the author of 'Bygone days in our village'.

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Andrew Elliot, 1875 - 119 sidor
 

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Sida 52 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage, As on king's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...
Sida 80 - A wizard of such dreaded fame That when, in Salamanca's cave, Him listed his magic wand to wave, The bells would ring in Notre Dame...
Sida 68 - A' for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see nae mair. O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang lang may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves, For them they'll see nae mair.
Sida 111 - My lords, my lords," the captive said, " were I but once more free, With ten good knights on yonder shore, to aid my cause and me, That parchment would I scatter wide to every breeze that blows, And once more reign a Stuart-queen o'er my remorseless foes...
Sida 16 - And it was not for the heather she was called the "purple land," And it was not for their lovliness her children blessed their God, For the secret places of the hills— and the mountain heights untrod. Oh ! as a rock those memories still breast time's surging flood, Her more than twice ten torture years of agony and blood ! A lurid beacon light they gleam upon her pathway now, They sign her with the Saviour's seal — His cross upon her brow ! And never may the land whose...
Sida 88 - COMING HOME. THE lift is high and blue, And the new moon glints through The bonnie corn-stooks o' Strathairly : My ship's in Largo Bay, And I ken it weel — the way Up the steep, steep brae o' Strathairly. When I sailed ower the sea, A laddie bold and free,— The corn sprang green on Strathairly ; When I come back again, 'Tis an auld man walks his lane, Slow and sad through the...
Sida 48 - Because of much iniquity their love was waxen cold ! — There came a worn and weary man to Cameron's place of rest, He cast him down upon the sod, he smote upon his breast ; He wept, as only strong men weep, when weep they must or die, And, " Oh ! to be wi' thee, Eitchie ! " was still his bitter cry ! "My brother!
Sida 92 - Tis worth my while to play indeed When I hae sic a dancer. Weel hae you play'd your part, quo' Meg ; Your cheeks are like the crimson ; There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel Since we lost Habbie Simpson. I've lived in Fife, baith maid and wife, These ten years and a quarter ; Gin' ye should come to Anster fair, Speir ye for Maggie Lauder.
Sida 81 - The blackening wave is edged with white; To inch and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.
Sida 101 - Yestreen the Queen had four maries, The nicht she'll hae but three; There was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton, And Mary Carmichael, and me.

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