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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
- 201 FAR, FAR AWAY.TUNE--_"Long, long ago."_ Had I the wings of a dove, I would fly Far, far away; far, far away; Where not a cloud ever darkens the sky, Far, far away; far, far away; Fadeless the flowers in yon Eden that blow, Green, green the bower
- 202 From the far bosom of the sea A flood of brightness rests on thee, And stately to the bending skies Thy temples, domes, and turrets rise: Thy heavens--how fair they smile above!But thou art not the land we love.Oh, for the bleak, the rocky strand, The mou
- 203 Quo' she, "I 'd need anither week to mak a gown mair braw;""The gown ye hae, we 'll mak it do!" "Oh, ye cowe a'!Oh, ye cowe a'!" quo' she; "oh, ye cowe a'!But wilfu' folk maun hae
- 204 All the echoes are in motion, All the sheilings ring with glee, Since, of peace, the paths of ocean Give the news a pa.s.sage free.The birds the dash of oars was scaring-- Hush'd their note, but soon they raise, To their wonted branch repairing, Swee
- 205 JAMES MGREGOR, D.D. The Rev. James Macgregor, D.D., Presbyterian minister at Nova Scotia, was born in 1762, in the vicinity of Comrie, Perths.h.i.+re. He entered on ministerial duty in Nova Scotia shortly after becoming a probationer, and continued in thi
- 206 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume VI.by Various.INTRODUCTION.As if pointing to a condition of primeval happiness, Poetry has been the first language of nations. The Lyric Muse has especially chosen the land of natural sublimity, of mountain and of flood
- 207 A CANDID WOOING.I cannot give thee all my heart, Lady, lady, My faith and country claim a part, My sweet lady; But yet I 'll pledge thee word of mine That all the rest is truly thine;-- The raving pa.s.sion of a boy, Warm though it be, will quickly c
- 208 And gold makes a bridge Every evil to span; Oh! believe me, believe me, Believe if you can.OH, THE HAPPY TIME DEPARTED!_Air by Sir H. R. Bishop._ Oh, the happy time departed!In its smile the world was fair; We believed in all men's goodness; Joy and
- 209 I 've a guinea I can spend, I 've a wife, and I 've a friend, And a troop of little children at my knee, John Brown; I 've a cottage of my own, With the ivy overgrown, And a garden with a view of the sea, John Brown; I can sit at my do
- 210 Archibald Crawford, a writer of prose and poetry of considerable merit, was born at Ayr in 1785. In his ninth year, left an orphan, he was placed under the care of a brother-in-law, a baker in London. With no greater advantages than the somewhat limited s
- 211 "And let thy fate be weal or woe, My thoughts," she smiling said, "are free; And well the watchful angels know My life is one long thought of thee."Then, Leila, may thy thoughts and prayers Be with me in my hour of need, When round me
- 212 WILLIAM BENNET.William Bennet was born on the 29th September, 1802, in the parish of Glencairn, and county of Dumfries. He first wrote verses while apprenticed to a mechanic in a neighbouring parish. In his nineteenth year he published a volume of poems,
- 213 Of most retiring disposition, Mr Outram confined his intercourse to a limited circle of friends, by whom he was esteemed for his genial worth and interesting conversation. By the late Lord c.o.c.kburn he was especially beloved. He has left in MS. several
- 214 Summer Ocean, Placid Ocean, Soft and sweet thy lullaby; Shadows lightly, Sunbeams brightly, Flicker o'er thee noiselessly.Resting gently on thy bosom, Snowy sea-gulls preen thy wings, While perfumed sighs, from many a blossom, Float around the strain
- 215 Sometimes at rest, on the water's breast, She lies with folded wing, But now, wind-chased and wave-caress'd, She moves a joyous thing!And away she flies all gleaming bright, While a wave in lofty pride, Like a gallant knight, in plumage white, I
- 216 THE LINNET.Tuck, tuck, feer--from the green and growing leaves; Ic, ic, ic--from the little song-bird's throat; How the silver chorus weaves in the sun and 'neath the eaves, While from dewy clover fields comes the lowing of the beeves, And the s
- 217 More loud than before Is the cataract's roar, And the furrow'd wave is bright With many a pearl From the s.h.i.+ning swirl Of the water's lucid light.And down below Is the woolly snow Of Niagara's wrathful bed, But the lip of the bold
- 218 KATIE BLAIR.[8]I 've met wi' mony maidens fair In kintras far awa, I 've met wi' mony here at hame, Baith bonny dames an' braw; But nane e'er had the power to charm My love into a snare Till ance I saw the witchin' e
- 219 Crawford is an occasional contributor to the public journals. He is at present preparing an historical and descriptive work, to be ent.i.tled, "Memorials of the Town and Parish of Alloa." The following poetical epistle in tribute to his genius i
- 220 Atween Jessie and me.FOOTNOTES: [9] Written for the present work.ANN O' CORNYLEE.GAELIC AIR--_"Soraiadh slan do'un Ailleagan."_ I 'll twine a gowany garland Wi' lilies frae the spring; The fairest flowers by Clutha's si
- 221 SONG OF BEN CRUACHAN.Ben Cruachan is king of the mountains That gird in the lovely Loch Awe; Loch Etive is fed from his fountains, By the streams of the dark-rus.h.i.+ng Awe.With his peak so high He cleaves the sky That smiles on his old gray crown, While
- 222 Then long and loud their weeping was, And sore was their lament, And Orpah kiss'd sad Naomi, And back to Moab went; But gentle Ruth to Naomi Did cleave with close embrace, And earnest spoke, with loving eyes Up-gazing in her face-- "Entreat me n
- 223 The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe, From warriors' eyelids the bitter drops flow; They come--but, oh! where is their chieftain so dear?The yellow-haired laddie is low on the bier.The maidens are wailing in rocky Glencoe-- There 's gloom in
- 224 The weel lo'ed form o' his ain auld wife, Wha sooth'd the cares o' a lang bleak life, Has gane to rest wi' her weans frae strife, An' heeds na her lane auld man.Owre the turf on their breast he lo'ed to weep, And sair he
- 225 A SERENADE.The shadows of evening fall silent around, The rose with a cor'net of dewdrops is crown'd; While weary I wander in sorrow's eclipse, With your love at my heart, your name on my lips; Your name on my lips, like a melody rare-- The
- 226 OUR NATIVE HILLS AGAIN.Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark Across the ocean drear, While manly cheeks are pale wi' grief, And wet wi' sorrow's tear.The flowers that spring upon the Clyde Will bloom for us in vain; Nae mair wi' lightsom
- 227 Why seek this lonely place?She hath gone, she hath gone.Thy daughter is not here, Widow'd one, widow'd one-- Nay, wipe away that tear, She hath won, she hath won!Her home is far away, She 's at rest, she 's at rest, In everlasting day,
- 228 The Highland hills! there are songs of mirth, And joy, and love on the gladsome earth; For Spring, in her queenly robes, hath smiled In the forest glade and the woodland wild.Then come with me from the haunts of men To the gla.s.sy lake in the mountain gl
- 229 It died away--the palace changed, Dream-like, into a bower!Around, the soft-eyed dun-deer ranged, Secure from hunter's power.Wild thyme and eye-bright tinged the ground, With daisy, starry flower, While crimson flower-bells cl.u.s.ter'd round Th
- 230 We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd, We loved our first love, an' our hearts never stray'd; When I got my young la.s.sie her first vow to gie, We promised to wait for each ither a wee.My mother was widow'd when we should h
- 231 Amid life's danger and despair Still let our deeds be true, For nought but what is right and fair Can heal our hopeless view.The beautiful will soothe us, like The suns.h.i.+ne of a friend, And when things are at the worst They must mend.Oh, never le
- 232 What though our blood be tinged with mud, My lord's is simply purer; 'Twill scarce flow sixty years, nor make His seat in heaven surer.But should the n.o.ble deign to speak, We 'll hail him as a brother, And trace respective pedigrees To Ev
- 233 Friends of my youth I shall love you for ever-- Closer and firmer ye twine round my heart; Though now the wide sea our lot may dissever, Affection and friends.h.i.+p can never depart.Land of my fathers, I leave thee in sadness-- Dear to my heart thou shal
- 234 JOHN JEFFREY.The author of "Lays of the Revolutions," John Jeffrey, was born on the 29th March 1822, at the manse of Girthon, in the stewartry of Kirkcudbright. His maternal granduncle was the celebrated Dr Thomas Brown of Edinburgh. From his fa
- 235 THE HILLS OF THE HEATHER.Give the swains of Italia 'Mong myrtles to rove, Give the proud, sullen Spaniard His bright orange grove; Give gold-sanded streams To the sons of Chili, But, oh! give the hills Of the heather to me.The hills where the hunter
- 236 THE MEETING PLACE.Where the faded flower shall freshen, Freshen never more to fade; Where the shaded sky shall brighten, Brighten never more to shade: Where the sun-blaze never scorches, Where the star-beams cease to chill; Where no tempest stirs the echo
- 237 Frail, frail his step, and bent his frame, and ye may plainly trace The shadow of death's wing upon his pale and sunken face.These twenty long and dreary months in the dungeon he hath lain, Long days of sickness, weary nights of languis.h.i.+ng and pain;
- 238 "No, Highlandman! I will not fly My own beloved border; For poort.i.th dwells and famine pales In your Highlands of disorder."I will not wed a Gael-- His house is but a s.h.i.+eling; Oh, best unborn, than all forlorn Mid your crags to have my dwelling!
- 239 Adieu, lovely summer, I see thee declining, vol. i., 273. Adieu, romantic banks of Clyde, vol. iii., 30. Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide, vol. i., 42. Adieu, ye witherd flowrets, vol. iv., 207. Admiring natures simple charms, vol. ii., 239. Ah! do
- 240 Away, away, my gallant bark, vol. vi., 84. Away on the breast of the ocean, vol. vi., 211. Away on the wings of the wind she flies, vol. iv., 160. Away to the Highlands, where Lomond is flowing, vol. v., 254. A weary lot is thine, fair maid, vol. i., 300.
- 241 Charlie s comin oer the sea, vol. vi., 160. Chaunt me no more thy roundelay, vol. ii., 174. Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow, vol. vi., 20. Clan Lachlans tuneful mavis, I sing on the branches early, vol. iv., 282. Close by the marge of Lemans La
- 242 Fareweel, ye fields and meadows green, vol. i., 121. Farewell, and though my steps depart, vol. iii., 116. Farewell, our fathers land, vol. iii., 249. Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar, vol. vi., 117. Farewell, ye streams sae dear to me, vol. ii., 232.
- 243 Here we go upon the tide, vol. ii., 69. Here s to the year that s awa, vol. v., 78. Her hair was like the Cromla mist, vol. ii., 177. Her lip is o the roses hue, vol. v., 117. Hersell pe auchty years and twa, vol. ii., 71. He s a terrible man, John Tod,
- 244 I hae naebody noo, I hae naebody noo, vol. ii., 77. I have wanderd afar, neath stranger skies, vol. vi., 88. I heard a wee bird singing, vol. v., 32. I heard the evening linnets voice the woodland tufts amang, vol. iii., 61. I lately lived in quiet ease,
- 245 It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong, vol. i., 22. It s dowie in the hint o hairst, vol. v., 62. It s hame, and it s hame, hame fain wad I be, vol. iii., 13. It was an English ladye bright, vol. i., 289. I ve listened to the midnight wind,
- 246 Liking is a little boy, vol. vi., 120. Listen to me, as when ye heard our father, vol. iii., 183. Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale, vol. ii., 75. Look up, old friend, why hang thy head, vol. vi., 199. Lord Ronald came to his ladys bower, vol. i
- 247 Name the leaves on all the trees, vol. vi., 118. Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering, vol. v., 75. Night turns to day, vol. i., 255. No homeward scene near me, vol. iv., 290. No more by thy margin, dark Carron, vol. vi., 202. No one knows wha
- 248 Of Nelson and the north, vol. ii., 265. Of streams that down the valley run, vol. ii., 129. Oh, gentle sleep wilt thou lay thy head, vol. iii., 90. Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins, vol. iv., 117. Oh, grand bounds the deer oer the mountain, vol. i., 55.
- 249 Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, la.s.sie, vol. v., 208.Oh, sarely may I rue the day, vol. ii., 58.Oh, sair I feel the witching power, vol. iii., 192.Oh, saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, vol. i., 82.Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie la.s
- 250 Oh, what are the chains of love made of, vol. iv., 136. Oh, what care I where Love was born, vol. v., 11. Oh! what is in this flaunting town, vol. vi., 203. Oh, when shall I visit the land of my birth, vol. i., 254. Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, v
- 251 She died in beauty, like a rose, vol. iv., 177. She s aff and awa, like the lang simmer day, vol. iv., 124. She s gane to dwall in heaven, my la.s.sie, vol. iii., 9. She was mine when the leaves of the forest were green, vol. iii., 116. She was Naebodys b
- 252 The fields, the streams, the skies, are fair, vol. v., 267. The gathering clans mong Scotias glens, vol. iv., 52. The gloamin star was showerin, vol. vi., 106. The gloom of dark despondency, vol. vi., 193. The gloomy days are gone, vol. v., 218. The gol
- 253 There lives a young la.s.sie, vol. iv., 116.There 's a thrill of emotion, half painful, half sweet, vol. iii., 222.There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 48.There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 210.There 's high and low, there
- 254 Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., 114. Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., 128. Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., 107. Thou hast sworn by thy G.o.d, my Jeanie, vol. iii., 17. Though all fair was that
- 255 We part, yet wherefore should I weep, vol. v., 105. Were I a doughty cavalier, vol. v., 127. Were I but able to rehea.r.s.e, vol. i., 17. We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we playd, vol. vi., 185. Wha ll buy caller herrin, vol. i, 195. Whan Jamie f
- 256 Where shall the lover rest, vol. i., 292. Where the faded flower shall freshen, vol. vi., 230. Where windin Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol. iii., 67. While beaux and belles parade the street, vol. iv., 213. While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray,