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The Modern Scottish Minstrel Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Modern Scottish Minstrel novel. A total of 256 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced
The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced a more patriotic and more extended minstrelsy than any other country in the world. Those Caledonian harp-strains, styled by Sir Walter Scott "gems of our own moun
- 156 Frae their grandeur an' their gloom, Where the freeborn lintie sings its sang On the Muir o' Gorse an' Broom.Sae weel as I like the healthfu' gale, That blaws fu' kindly there, An' the heather brown, an' the wild blue-bell That wave on the muirland
- 155 Of sound religious principles and devoted Christian feeling, Still meekly submitted to the bitterness of his lot in life. He was fortunate in arresting the attention of some, who occasionally administered to his wants, and contributed, by their patronage,
- 154 O tell me not of olive groves, Where gold and gems abound; Of deep blue eyes and maiden loves, With every virtue crown'd.I ask no other ray of joy Life's desert to adorn, Than that sweet bliss, which ne'er can cloy-- The love of Menie Lorn.THE YOUNG SO
- 153 The younger of two remarkable brothers, whose names are justly ent.i.tled to remembrance, John Bethune, was born at the Mount, in the parish of Monimail, Fifes.h.i.+re, during the summer of 1810. The poverty of his parents did not permit his attendance at
- 152 Smibert died at Edinburgh on the 16th January 1854, in his forty-fourth year. With pleasing manners, he was possessed of kindly dispositions, and was much cherished for his intelligent and interesting conversation.In person he was strong built, and his co
- 151 Like two fair roses on a tree, we flourish'd an' we grew, An' as we grew, sweet love grew too, an' strong 'tween me an' you; How aft ye 'd twine your gentle arms in love about my neck, An' breathe young vows that after-years o' sorrow has na brak
- 150 And beauty! have I not wors.h.i.+pp'd all Her s.h.i.+ning creations well?The rock--the wood--the waterfall, Where light or where love might dwell.But over all, and on my heart, The mildew hath fallen sadly, I have no spirit, I have no part In the earth t
- 149 All lovely and bright, 'mid the desert of time, Seem the days when I wander'd with you, Like the green isles that swell in this far distant clime, On the deeps that are trackless and blue.And now, while the torrent is loud on the hill, And the howl of t
- 148 II.--(M'CRIMMAN.) Youth of the daring heart! bright be thy doom As the bodings which light up thy bold spirit now, But the fate of M'Crimman is closing in gloom, And the breath of the gray wraith hath pa.s.s'd o'er his brow; Victorious, in joy, thou'
- 147 Though fetters yet should clank O'er the gay and princely rank Of cities on thy bank, All sublime; Still thou wilt wander on, Till eternity has gone, And broke the dial stone Of old Time.REV. T. G. TORRY ANDERSON.The author of the deservedly popular word
- 146 Born where the glorious star-lights trace In mountain snows their silver face, Where Nature, vast and rude, Looks as if by her G.o.d design'd To fill the bright eternal mind, With her fair magnitude.Hers was a face, to which was given Less portion of the
- 145 I whisper'd, "My Mary!"--she spoke not: I caught Her hand, press'd her pale cheek--'twas icy and cold; Then sunk on her bosom--its throbbings were o'er-- Nor knew how I quitted my hold.THE WRECKED MARINER.Stay, proud bird of the sh.o.r.e!Carry my la
- 144 I LOVE THE MERRY MOONLIGHT.[18]I love the merry moonlight, So wooingly it dances, At midnight hours, round leaves and flowers, On which the fresh dew glances.I love the merry moonlight, On lake and pool so brightly It pours its beams, and in the stream's
- 143 And I would rather roam beneath Thy scowling winter skies, Than listlessly attune my lyre Where sun-bright flowers arise.The baron's hall, the peasant's cot Protect alike the free; The tyrant dies who breathes thine air; O Scotland's hills for me!FOOTN
- 142 "The air," communicates the reverend author of this song, "is undoubtedly old, from its resemblance to several Gaelic and Irish airs.'Cuir's chiste moir me,' and several others, might be thought to have been originally the same _in the first part_.
- 141 Dunallan's halls ring loud with glee-- The feast-cup glads Glengarry; The joy that should for ever be When mutual lovers marry.The shout and sh.e.l.l the revellers raise, Dunallan and Clanronald; And minstrel measures pour to praise Fair Kath'rine and b
- 140 Imlah was a person of amiable dispositions and agreeable manners. Of his numerous lyrics, each is distinguished by a rich fancy, and several of his songs will maintain a lasting place in the national minstrelsy.KATHLEEN.AIR--_"The Humours of Glen."_ O d
- 139 And can thy bosom bear the thought To part frae love and me, laddie?Are all those plighted vows forgot, Sae fondly pledged by thee, laddie?Canst thou forget the midnight hour, When in yon love-inspiring bower, You vow'd by every heavenly power You'd ne
- 138 TO THE EVENING STAR.Star of descending Night!Lovely and fair, Robed in thy mellow light, Subtle and rare; Whence are thy silvery beams, That o'er lone ocean gleams, And in our crystal streams Dip their bright hair?Far in yon liquid sky, Where streamers p
- 137 The lake is at rest, love, The sun's on its breast, love, How bright is its water, how pleasant to see; Its verdant banks shewing The richest flowers blowing, A picture of bliss and an emblem of thee!Then, O fairest maiden!When earth is array'd in The b
- 136 Leafless and bare were the shrub and the flower, Cauld was the drift that blew over yon mountain, But caulder my heart at his last ling'ring hour, Though warm was the tear-drap that fell frae my e'e.O saft is the tint o' the gowan sae bonny, The blue h
- 135 Still, far or near, by wild or wood, I'll love the generous, wise, and good; But she shall share the dearest mood That Heaven to life may render.What boots it then thus on to stir, And still from love's enjoyment err, When I to Scotland and to her Must
- 134 THE BOWER OF THE WILD.I form'd a green bower by the rill o' yon glen, Afar from the din and the dwellings of men; Where still I might linger in many a dream, And mingle my strains wi' the voice o' the stream.From the cave and the cliff, where the hill
- 133 To hear of her famed ones let none e'er demand, For the hours o' a' time far too little would prove To name but the names that we honour and love.The bard lives in light, though his heart it be still, And the cairn of the warrior stands gray on the hil
- 132 [5] "Poems, Songs, and Miscellaneous Pieces." Edinburgh, 1847, 12mo.THE WILD GLEN SAE GREEN.AIR--_"The Posy, or Roslin Castle."_ When my flocks upon the heathy hill are lying a' at rest, And the gloamin' spreads its mantle gray o'er the world's de
- 131 Doubtless this was correct; but I remark, that if my object in the undertaking had been to delineate scenery, I would not have turned my attention to the East, the scenes of which I never saw. Human nature being radically the same everywhere, a man, throu
- 130 "According to my ability I studied while wandering among the mountains, and at intervals, adopting my knee for my desk, wrote down the results of my musing. Let not the shepherd ever forget his dog--his constant companion and best friend, and without whi
- 129 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume IV.by Various.THE INFLUENCE OF BURNS ON SCOTTISH POETRY AND SONG: An Essay.BY THE REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN.It is exceedingly difficult to settle the exact place of, as well as to compute the varied influences wielded by,
- 128 SONG OF THE ROYAL HIGHLAND REGIMENT. For success, a prayer, with a farewell, bear To the warriors dear of the muir and the valley-- The lads that convene in their plaiding of green, With the curtal coat, and the sweeping _eil-e_. In their belts arrayd, wh
- 127 The heart-struck minstrel heard the word; and though his flame, uncured, Still fired his soul, in haste the sh.o.r.es of danger he abjured: But aye he rung his harp, though now it knew another strain, And loud arose its warblings as the sounding of the ma
- 126 I canna weep, for hope is fled, And nought would do but silent mourn, Were 't no for dreams that should na come, To whisper back my love's return.'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, That waking we sall never see; Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile My l
- 125 Where Manor stream rins blithe an' clear, And Castlehill's white wa's appear, I spent ae day, aboon a' days, By Manor stream, 'mang Manor braes.The purple heath was just in bloom, And bonnie waved the upland broom, The flocks on flowery braes lay sti
- 124 OH, I LO'ED MY La.s.sIE WEEL.Oh, I lo'ed my la.s.sie weel, How weel I canna tell; Lang, lang ere ithers trow'd, Lang ere I wist mysel'.At the school amang the lave, If I wrestled or I ran, I cared na' for the prize, If she saw me when I wan.Oh, I lo
- 123 And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, Our fond, dear boy-- The realms where sorrow dare not come, Where life is joy?Pure at thy death as at thy birth, Thy spirit caught no taint from earth, Even by its bliss we mete our dearth, Casa Wappy!Despair was in
- 122 I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi' earliest thochts, As ye hae been to me!Oh, tell me gin their music fills Thine heart, as it does mine; Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit Wi' dreamings o' langsyne?I 've wand
- 121 BONNIE PEGGY.[46]AIR--_"Bonnie la.s.sie, O."_ Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggy, O!On the banks of Cart sae green, bonnie Peggy, O!Where the waters smoothly rin, Far aneath the roarin' linn, Far frae busy strife and din, bonnie Peggy, O! When t
- 120 MARY MACNEIL.AIR--_"Kinloch of Kinloch."_ The last gleam o' sunset in ocean was sinkin', Owre mountain an' meadowland glintin' fareweel; An' thousands o' stars in the heavens were blinkin', As bright as the een o' sweet Mary Macneil.A' glowin'
- 119 In youthfu' prime, at fortune's ca', I braved the billows' roar; I 've now seen thirty simmer suns Blink on a distant sh.o.r.e; And I have stood where honour call'd, In the embattled line, And there left many gallant lads, The cronies o' langsyne.I
- 118 Why does the deer, when wounded, fly To the lone vale, where night-clouds low'r?Their time was past--they lived to die-- It was their dying hour!Why does the dolphin change its hues, Like that aerial child of light?Why does the cloud of night refuse To m
- 117 Love is timid, love is shy, Can you tell me, tell me why?Love, like the lonely nightingale, Will pour her heart, when all is lone; Nor will repeat, amidst the vale, Her notes to any, but to one.Can you tell me, tell me why Love is timid, love is shy?RAVEN
- 116 Love brought me a bough o' the willow sae green That waves by yon brook where the wild-flowers grow sheen; And braiding my harp wi' the sweet budding rue, It mellow'd its tones 'mang the saft falling dew; It whisper'd a strain that I wist na to hear,
- 115 Join all in chorus, jolly boys, And let punch and tears be shed, For this prince of good old fellows That, alack-a-day! is dead; For this prince of worthy fellows-- And a pretty man also-- That has left the Saltmarket In sorrow, grief, and woe!For it ne'
- 114 JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.John Gibson Lockhart, the distinguished editor of the _Quarterly Review_, and biographer of Sir Walter Scott, was born in the Manse of Cambusnethan, on the 14th of June 1794. From both his parents he inherited an honourable descent. H
- 113 Peace! creation's gloomy queen, Darkest Night, invests the scene!Silence, Evening's handmaid mild, Leaves her home amid the wild, Tripping soft with dewy feet, Summer's flowery carpet sweet, Morpheus--drowsy power--to meet.Ruler of the midnight hour, I
- 112 And the lambs on the lea Are in playfulness bounding, And the voice of the sea Is in harmony sounding; And the streamlet on high In the morning beam dances, For all Nature is joy As sweet summer advances.Then, my Mary, let 's stray Where the wild-flowers
- 111 FAREWEEL TO ABERFOYLE.AIR--_"Highland Plaid."_ My tortured bosom long shall feel The pangs o' this last sad fareweel; Far, far to foreign lands I stray, To spend my hours in deepest wae; Fareweel, my dear, my native soil, Fareweel, the braes o' Aberfo
- 110 [36] The "gallant Graeme," Lord Lynedoch, on hearing this song at a Glasgow theatre, was so moved by the touching reference of the poet to his achievements, and the circ.u.mstances of his joining the army, that he openly burst into tears.THE MAID OF ORO
- 109 [31] To Mr James C. Roger, of Glasgow, we have to acknowledge our obligations for much diligent inquiry on the subject of this memoir.[32] Alla.n.u.s Glen, _armiger_, is witness to an instrument conveying the fis.h.i.+ng of Crockat-shot to the "Monks of
- 108 JEANIE'S GRAVE.I saw my true-love first on the banks of queenly Tay, Nor did I deem it yielding my trembling heart away; I feasted on her deep, dark eye, and loved it more and more, For, oh! I thought I ne'er had seen a look so kind before!I heard my tr
- 107 Come awa', come awa', I ken your heart is mine, la.s.sie, And true love shall make up for a'For whilk ye might repine, la.s.sie!Your father he has gi'en consent, Your step-dame looks na kind, la.s.sie; O that our feet were on the bent, An' the lowlan
- 106 How lovely the beam on thy moorland appears, As it streams from the eye of the morn!And how comely the garment that evening wears When the day of its glories is shorn!Ah! strong are the ties that the patriot bind, Fair isle of the sea! to thy sh.o.r.e; Th
- 105 Although it 's been lang in repute For rogues to mak rich by deceiving, Yet I see that it does not weel suit Honest men to begin to the thieving; For my heart it gaed dunt upon dunt, Oh! I thought ilka dunt it would crack it; Sae I flang frae my neive wh
- 104 Ill.u.s.trious as a man of letters, and esteemed as a poet, the private life of Professor Wilson was for many years as dest.i.tute of particular incident, as his youth had been remarkable for singular and stirring adventure. Till within a few years of his
- 103 AIR--_"Good-morrow to your night-cap."_ Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk; And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk.It wad na gie me meikle pain, 'Gin we were seen and heard by nane To tak' a kiss, or grant you
- 102 Come while the blossom 's on the broom, And heather bells sae bonnie bloom; Come let us be the happiest twa On a' the braes o' Gallowa'!THE HILLS OF THE HIGHLANDS.TUNE--_"Ewe Bughts, Marion."_ Will ye go to the Highlan's, my Mary, And visit our hau
- 101 TUNE--_"Roslin Castle."_ O! come with me, for the queen of night Is throned on high in her beauty bright: 'Tis now the silent hour of even, When all is still in earth an' heaven; The cold flowers which the valleys strew Are sparking bright wi' pearly
- 100 MAGGIE LAUDER.[21]The cantie Spring scarce rear'd her head, And Winter yet did blaud her, When the Ranter came to Anster fair, And speir'd for Maggie Lauder; A snug wee house in the East Green,[22]Its shelter kindly lent her; Wi' canty ingle, clean hea
- 99 Eminently successful in business, Mr Grieve found considerable leisure for the cultivation of strong literary tastes. Though without pretension as a man of letters, he became reputed as a contributor to some of the more respectable periodicals.[16] In his
- 98 AIR--_"Up amang the Cliffy Rocks."_ How sweet are Leven's silver streams, Around her banks the wild flowers blooming; On every bush the warblers vie, In strains of bosom-soothing joy.But Leven's banks that bloom sae bra, And Leven's streams that glid
- 97 Could a la.s.s, sae sweet an' comely, Ever bless a lover's arms?Could the bonnie wife o' Vulcan Ever boast o' hauf the charms?While the zephyrs fan the meadows, While the flow'rets crown the lea, While they paint the gowden simmer, Wha sae blest as h
- 96 The proud oak that built thee Was nursed in the dew, Where my gentle one dwells, And stately it grew.I hew'd its beauty down; Now it swims on the sea, And wafts spice and perfume, My fair one, to thee.Oh, sweet, sweet 's her voice, As a low warbled tune
- 95 Her naked feet, amang the gra.s.s, Seem'd like twa dew-gemm'd lilies fair; Her brow shone comely 'mang her locks, Dark curling owre her shoulders bare; Her cheeks were rich wi' bloomy youth; Her lips had words and wit at will, And heaven seem'd looki
- 94 ROBERT GILFILLAN, 261 Manor braes, 262 Fare thee well, 263 The first rose of summer, 264 The exile's song, 264 The happy days o' youth, 266 'Tis sair to dream, 267 METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.WILLIAM ROSS, 271 The Highland M
- 93 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume III.by Various.SCOTTISH AND h.e.l.lENIC MINSTRELSY: An Essay. BY JAMES DONALDSON, A.M.Men who compare themselves with their nearest neighbours are almost invariably conceited, speak boastingly of themselves, and disresp
- 92 They were of course the princ.i.p.al sufferers.[155] An allusion to the provocation given to the Macdonalds of Clanra.n.a.ld, Glengarry, and Keppoch, by being deprived of their usual position--the right wing. Their motions are supposed to have been tardy
- 91 When your racing speeds the chasing, Wide and far the clamours swell.Hard blows whistle from the bristle Of the temples to the thigh, Heavy handed as the land-flood, Who will turn ye, or make fly?Many a man has drunk an ocean Healths to Charlie, to the go
- 90 [131] Here follows a catalogue of rival beauties, with satirical descriptions. Cowley has such a list, which may possibly have been in the poet's eye.SIUBHAL.Away with all, away with all, Away with all but Morag, A maid whose grace and mensefulness Still
- 89 Yes, I will sing the Lion-King o'er all the tribes victorious, To living thing may not concede thy meed and actions glorious; How oft thy n.o.ble head has woke thy valiant men to battle, As panic o'er their spirit broke, and rued the foe their mettle!Is
- 88 She heard the craw sayin 't, high on the tree sittin', And robin was chirpin 't the brown leaves amang.Oh, what is 't that pits my puir heart in a flutter?And what gars the tears come sae fast to my e'e?If I wasna ettled to be ony better, Then what g
- 87 The sweets o' the simmer invite us to wander Amang the wild flowers, as they deck the green lea, An' by the clear burnies that sweetly meander, To charm us, as hameward they rin to the sea; The nestlin's are fain the saft wing to be tryin', As fondly
- 86 Swelling with a smother'd sigh, Rose the snowy bosom high Of the blue-eyed la.s.sie.Fleeter than the streamers fly, When they flit athwart the sky, Went and came the rosy dye On the cheeks of Jessie.Longer wi' sic grief oppress'd Jamie couldna sae dist
- 85 Sing on, thou little bird, Thy wild notes sae loud, O sing, sweetly sing frae the tree; Aft beneath thy birken bow'r I have met at e'ening hour My young Jamie that 's far o'er the sea.On yon bonnie heather knowes We pledged our mutual vows, And dear i
- 84 _Written to an Italian Air._ Ah! faded is that lovely bloom, And closed in death that speaking eye, And buried in a green gra.s.s tomb, What once breathed life and harmony!Surely the sky is all too dark, And chilly blows the summer air,-- And, where 's t
- 83 For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup s.h.i.+nes in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!Brave hearts! to Britai
- 82 Subsequent to the death of Mrs Campbell, which took place in May 1828, he became unsettled in his domestic habits, evincing a mania for change of residence. In 1834, he proceeded to Algiers, in Africa; and returning by Paris, was presented to King Louis P
- 81 On the strings o' my heart she bewitchingly plays, An' each languis.h.i.+ng note is a sigh frae my soul!LOUISA IN LOCHABER.Can ought be constant as the sun, That makes the world sae cheerie?Yes, a' the powers can witness be, The love I bear my dearie.B
- 80 CAPTAIN O'KAIN.Flow saftly, thou stream, through the wild spangled valley; Oh green be thy banks, ever bonny an' fair!Sing sweetly, ye birds, as ye wanton fu' gaily, Yet strangers to sorrow, untroubled by care.The weary day lang I list to your sang, An
- 79 Fareweel, ye streams sae dear to me, My bonnie Clouden, Kith, and Dee; Ye burns that row sae bonnily, Your siller waves nae mair I 'll see.Yet though frae your green banks I 'm driven, My saul away could ne'er be riven; For still she lifts her e'en to
- 78 Adown the burnie's flowery bank, Or through the shady grove, Or 'mang the bonnie scroggie braes, Come, Peggy, let us rove.See where the stream out ower the linn Deep headlong foamin' pours, There let us gang and stray amang The bloomin' hawthorn bower
- 77 Tak' gray hairs and wrinkles, and hirple wi' me, And think on the seventeen hundred and fifty.[102] Contributed to the fourth volume of Mr George Thomson's Collection.BANNOCKS O' BARLEY MEAL.[103]AIR--_"Bannocks o' Barley Meal."_ Argyle is my name,
- 76 He humm'd and haw'd, the la.s.s cried "pheugh,"And bade the coof no deave her, Syne crack'd her thumb, and lap and leugh, And dang the silly weaver.[100] The origin of the air is somewhat amusing. The Rev. Mr Gardner, minister of Birse, in Aberdeens.
- 75 HARK, HARK, THE SKYLARK SINGING.WELSH AIR--_"The rising of the Lark."_ Hark, hark the skylark singing, While the early clouds are bringing Fragrance on their wings; Still, still on high he 's soaring, Through the liquid haze exploring, Fainter now he s
- 74 "Tales of Wonder;" and, about the same period, wrote several ballads for the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border." The dissertation on "Fairy Superst.i.tion," in the second volume of the latter work, slightly altered by Scott, proceeded from his pen.
- 73 I haena a hame, quo' the bonnie la.s.sie-- I haena a hame, nor ha'; Fain here wad I rest my weary feet, For the night begins to fa'.I took her into our tapestry ha', An' we drank the ruddy wine; An' aye I strave, but fand my heart Fast bound wi' Lo
- 72 O leeze me on the bonnie la.s.s That I lo'e best o' a'; O leeze me on my Marion, The pride o' Lockershaw.O weel I like my Marion, For love blinks in her e'e, And she has vow'd a solemn vow, She lo'es na ane but me.The flowers grow bonnie on the ban
- 71 ON THEE, ELIZA, DWELL MY THOUGHTS.AIR--_"In yon garden fine and gay."_ On thee, Eliza, dwell my thoughts, While straying was the moon's pale beam; At midnight, in my wand'ring sleep, I see thy form in fancy's dream.I see thee in the rosy morn, Approa
- 70 When I think my Annie views thee, Dearly do I love thy rays, For the distance that divides us Seems to vanish as I gaze.[90] Composed in 1807.THE ROOF OF STRAW.I ask no lordling's t.i.tled name, Nor miser's h.o.a.rded store; I ask to live with those I l
- 60 When sweet Robin leaves the s.p.a.ce, Other birds will fill his place; See the t.i.t-mouse, pretty thing!See the Sparrow's sombre wing!Great and grand disputes arise, For the crumbs of largest size, Which the bravest and the best Bear triumphant to their
- 69 In preferring the parish of Ruthwell to the better position and wider field of ministerial usefulness presented at Lochmaben, Mr Duncan was influenced by the consideration, that the population of the former parish was such as would enable him to extend th
- 68 Frae the south and the north, o'er the Tweed and the Forth, Sic coming and ganging there never was seen; The comers were cheerie, the gangers were blearie, Despairing or hoping for Barrochan Jean!The carlines at hame were a' girning and graning, The bai
- 67 O! Are ye sleeping, Maggie?O! are ye sleeping, Maggie?Let me in, for loud the linn Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.Mirk and rainy is the night, No a starn in a' the carry;[84]Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And winds drive wi' winter's fury. O!
- 66 Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' goud, on yon burn side, And gloamin' draws her foggy shroud o'er yon burn side; Far frae the noisy scene, I 'll through the fields alane, There we 'll meet, my ain dear Jean, down by yon burn side.[80] The poet a
- 65 ROBERT TANNAHILL.Robert Tannahill was born at Paisley on the 3d of June 1774. His father, James Tannahill, a silk-gauze weaver, espoused Janet Pollock, daughter of Matthew Pollock, owner of the small property of Boghall, near Beith; their family consisted
- 64 When the eye that expresses the warmth of his heart, Shall fail the benevolent wish to impart-- When his blood shall be cold as the wintry wave, And silent his harp as the gloom of the grave, Then say that the Bard has turn'd old.HAMILTON PAUL.A man of f
- 63 FIFE, AN' A' THE LAND ABOUT IT.[70]TUNE--_"Roy's Wife o' Aldivalloch."_ Fife, an' a' the land about it, Fife, an' a' the land about it; May health, an' peace, an' plenty glad, Fair Fife, an' a' the land about it.We 'll raise the song on hig
- 62 In 1827, on the application of Mr Hume, M.P., a treasury donation of one hundred pounds was conferred on Mr Balfour by the premier, Mr Canning, in consideration of his genius. His last novel, "Highland Mary," in four volumes, was published shortly befor
- 61 Quoth Rab to Kate, My sonsy dear, I 've woo'd ye mair than half a-year, An' if ye 'd wed me, ne'er cou'd speer Wi' blateness, an' the care o't.Now to the point: sincere I 'm we 't; Will ye be my half-marrow sweet?Shake han's, and say a bargain
- 59 James Muirhead was born in 1742, in the parish of Buittle, and stewartry of Kirkcudbright. His father was owner of the estate of Logan, and representative of the family of Muirhead, who, for several centuries, were considerable landed proprietors in Gallo
- 58 To ilka pleasure, ilka pang, Alak! I am nae stranger; An' he wha aince has wander'd wrang Is best aware o' danger.May still thy heart be kind an' true, A' ither maids excelling; May heaven distil its purest dew Around thy rural dwelling.May flow'ret
- 57 La.s.s, AN' YE LO'E ME, TELL ME NOW.[59]"Afore the muirc.o.c.k begin to craw, La.s.s, an' ye lo'e me, tell me now, The bonniest thing that ever ye saw, For I canna come every night to woo.""The gouden broom is bonny to see, An' sae is the milk-whi