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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
- 1 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
- 2 But thus, poor thing, to lose her life, Aneath a bleedy villain's knife, I 'm really fleyt that our guidwife Will never win aboon 't ava: O! a' ye bards benorth Kinghorn, Call your muses up and mourn, Our Ewie wi' the crookit horn
- 3 V.Says the Clown, when I tell him to do what he ought, "Sir, whatever your character be, To obey you in this I will never be brought, And it 's _wrong_ to be meddling with me."Says my Wife, when she wants this or that for the house, "O
- 4 II.Without glebe or manse settled on him by law, No stipend to sue for, nor vic'rage to draw; In discharge of his office he holds him content, With a croft and a garden, for which he pays rent.Derry down, &c.III.With a neat little cottage and furnitu
- 5 A SONG ON THE TIMES.TUNE--_"Broom of the Cowdenknows."_ I.When I began the world first, It was not as 'tis now; For all was plain and simple then, And friends were kind and true: Oh, the times, the weary, weary times!The times that I now se
- 6 The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, But glory remains when their lights fade away.Begin, ye tormentors, your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain.Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by
- 7 ALEXANDER, DUKE OF GORDON.Alexander, the fourth Duke of Gordon, was born in the year 1743, and died on the 17th of January 1827, in the eighty-fourth year of his age.Chiefly remembered as a kind patron of the poet Burns, his name is likewise ent.i.tled to
- 8 TUNE--_"The Mucking o' Geordie's Byre."_ Oh, grand bounds the deer o'er the mountain, And smooth skims the hare o'er the plain; At noon, the cool shade by the fountain Is sweet to the la.s.s and her swain.The ev'ning sit
- 9 Nae langer she wept, her tears were a' spent; Despair it was come, and she thought it content; She thought it content, but her cheek was grown pale, And she droop'd like a snow-drop broke down by the hail.Her father was sad, and her mother was w
- 10 Hector Macneill was born on the 22d of October 1746, in the villa of Rosebank, near Roslin; and, to to use his own words, "amidst the murmur of streams and the shades of Hawthornden, may be said to have inhaled with life the atmosphere of a poet.&quo
- 11 "Far hae I wander'd to see thee, dear la.s.sie!Far hae I ventured across the saut sea; Far hae I travell'd ower moorland and mountain, Houseless and weary, sleep'd cauld on the lea.Ne'er hae I tried yet to mak love to onie, For ne
- 12 I listen, poor fool! and I greet; Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa'!"Dear la.s.sie," he cries, wi' a jeer, "Ne'er heed what the auld anes will say; Though we 've little to brag o', near fear-- What 's gow
- 13 DINNA THINK, BONNIE La.s.sIE.[19]TUNE--_"Clunie's Reel."_ "Oh, dinna think, bonnie la.s.sie, I 'm gaun to leave thee!Dinna think, bonnie la.s.sie, I 'm gaun to leave thee; Dinna think, bonnie la.s.sie, I 'm gaun to leave
- 14 Should you forsake my sight, Day would to me be night; Sad, I would shun its light, Heartless and weary.[20] From Albyn's "Anthology," vol. i. p. 42. Edinburgh, 1816, 4to.JOHN MAYNE.John Mayne, chiefly known as the author of "The Sille
- 15 AIR--_"Johnnie's Gray Breeks."_ Jenny's heart was frank and free, And wooers she had mony, yet The sang was aye, "Of a' I see, Commend me to my Johnnie yet.For ear' and late, he has sic gate To mak' a body cheerie,
- 16 Go to Berwick, Johnnie, And regain your honour; Drive them ower the Tweed, And show our Scottish banner.I am Rob, the King, And ye are Jock, my brither; But, before we lose her, We 'll a' there thegither.[26] These stanzas are founded on some li
- 17 To Joanna, Scott inscribed his fragmental drama of "Macduff's Cross,"which was included in a Miscellany published by her in 1823.Though a penury of incident, and a defectiveness of skill in sustaining an increasing interest to the close, wi
- 18 And braw Tibby Fowler, the heiress, Will perk at the top o' the ha', Encircled wi' suitors, whase care is To catch up the gloves when they fa'.Repeat a' her jokes as they 're cleckit, And haver and glower in her face, When to
- 19 THE WEE PICKLE TOW.[32]A lively young la.s.s had a wee pickle tow, And she thought to try the spinnin' o't; She sat by the fire, and her rock took alow, And that was an ill beginnin' o't.Loud and shrill was the cry that she utter'
- 20 New pearlings are cause o' her sorrow-- New pearlings and plenis.h.i.+ng too; The bride that has a' to borrow Has e'en right muckle ado.Woo'd, and married, and a'; Woo'd, and married, and a'; And is na she very weel aff,
- 21 [36] These stanzas are in continuation of Burns's song, "John Anderson, my jo." Five other stanzas have been added to the continuation by some unknown hand, which will be found in the "Book of Scottish Song," p. 54.Glasgow, 1853.F
- 22 The hawk whoops on high, and keen, keen from yon' cliff, Lo! the eagle on watch eyes the stag cold and stiff; The deer-hound, majestic, looks lofty around, While he lists with delight to the harp's distant sound; Is it swept by the gale, as it s
- 23 Amidst his extraordinary deserts as a naturalist, the merits of Alexander Wilson as a poet have been somewhat overlooked. His poetry, it may be remarked, though unambitious of ornament, is bold and vigorous in style, and, when devoted to satire, is keen a
- 24 The new collection of minstrelsy, unexceptionable as it was in the words attached to all the airs, commanded a wide circulation, and excited general attention. The original contributions were especially commended, and some of them were forthwith sung by p
- 25 Oh, haud ye leal and true, John!Your day it 's wearin' thro', John; And I 'll welcome you To the land o' the leal.Now, fare ye weel, my ain John, This warld's cares are vain, John; We 'll meet, and we 'll be fain, I
- 26 My soul, tho' dismay'd and distracted, Yet bends to thy awful decree.JOY OF MY EARLIEST DAYS.AIR--_"I'll never leave thee."_ Joy of my earliest days, Why must I grieve thee?Theme of my fondest lays, Oh, I maun leave thee! Leave th
- 27 Saw ye nae my Peggy comin'Through Tillibelton's broom?I 'm frae Aberdagie, Ower the crafts o' Craigie, For aught I ken o' Peggie, She 's ayont the moon.'Twas but at the dawin', Clear the c.o.c.k was crawin', I
- 28 Oh, lang the la.s.sie I had woo'd!An' truth and constancy had vow'd, But cam' nae speed wi' her I lo'ed, Until she saw fair Gowrie.I pointed to my faither's ha', Yon bonnie bield ayont the shaw, Sae loun' that
- 29 English bribes were a' in vain, Tho' puir, and puirer, we maun be; Siller canna buy the heart That beats aye for thine and thee.Will ye no, &c.We watch'd thee in the gloamin' hour, We watch'd thee in the mornin' gray; Though
- 30 Gi'e pillar'd fame to common men,-- Nae need o' cairns for ane like thee; In every cave, wood, hill, and glen, "WALLACE" remember'd aye shall be.THE AULD HOUSE.Oh, the auld house, the auld house!What though the rooms were wee
- 31 [62] The wells of Weary are situated near the Windyknowe, beneath Salisbury Crags.THE HEIRESS.[63]GAELIC AIR--_"Mo Leannan Falnich."_ I 'll no be had for naething, I 'll no be had for naething, I tell ye, lads, that 's ae thing, S
- 32 [66] These verses are here first printed.WOULD YOU BE YOUNG AGAIN?[67]AIR--_"Ailen Aroon."_ Would you be young again?So would not I-- One tear to memory given, Onward I 'd hie. Life's dark flood forded o'er, All but at rest on sh.
- 33 Go, call for the mourners, and raise the lament, Let the tresses be torn, and the garments be rent; But give to the living thy pa.s.sion of tears Who walk in this valley of sadness and fears, Who are press'd by the combat, in darkness are lost, By th
- 34 JAMES MONTGOMERY.James Montgomery, the spiritual character of whose writings has gained him the honourable designation of the Christian Poet, was born at Irvine, in the county of Ayr, on the 4th of November 1771. His father, John Montgomery, was a mission
- 35 VERSES TO A ROBIN RED-BREAST, WHICH VISITS THE WINDOW OF MY PRISON EVERY DAY.Welcome, pretty little stranger!Welcome to my lone retreat!Here, secure from every danger, Hop about, and chirp, and eat: Robin! how I envy thee, Happy child of Liberty!Now, thou
- 36 Surrounded wi' bent and wi' heather, Whare muirc.o.c.ks and plivers are rife, For mony lang towmond thegither, There lived an auld man and his wife.About the affairs o' the nation, The twasome they seldom were mute; Bonaparte, the French, a
- 37 But ah! the poor fiddler soon chanced to die, As a' men to dust must return; An' the poor widow cried, wi' the tear in her e'e, That as lang as she lived she wad mourn.Alane by the hearth she disconsolate sat, Lamenting the day that sh
- 38 IT WAS AN ENGLISH LADYE BRIGHT.[74]It was an English ladye bright (The sun s.h.i.+nes fair on Carlisle wall), And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all.Blithely they saw the rising sun, When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
- 39 [77] The song of Lady Margaret in the first canto of "The Lady of the Lake."HAIL TO THE CHIEF WHO IN TRIUMPH ADVANCES![78]Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green pine!Long may the tree, in his b
- 40 [82] "Rokeby," canto third.ALLEN-A-DALE.[83]Allen-a-Dale has no f.a.ggot for burning, Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning, Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning, Yet Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning; Come, read me my riddle! co
- 41 Enough, after absence to meet me again, Thy steps still with ecstacy move; Enough, that those dear sober glances retain For me the kind language of love.METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM The Modern Gaelic Minstrelsy.ROBERT MACKAY (ROB DONN). Robert Mackay, calle
- 42 Its bristles are low'ring With darkness; o'erpowering Are its waters, aye showering With onset so fell; Seem the kid and the yearling As rung their death-knell.XI.Every out-lying creature, How sinew'd soe'er, Seeks the refuge of shelte
- 43 ISABEL MACKAY--THE MAID ALONE.TO A PIOBRACH TUNE.This is one of those lyrics, of which there are many in Gaelic poetry, that are intended to imitate pipe music. They consist of three parts, called Urlar, Siubhal, and Crunluath. The first is a slow, monoto
- 44 [105] These are his descriptions of "The Drunkard," "The Glutton," and "The Good and Wicked Pastor."A CLAGIONN.THE SKULL.As I sat by the grave, at the brink of its cave Lo! a featureless skull on the ground; The symbol I clas
- 45 "For as the sapling's st.u.r.dy stalk, Whose double twist is crossly strain'd, Such is thy fortune--sure to baulk At this extreme what there was gain'd."When Heaven its gracious manna hail'd, 'Twas vain who h.o.a.rded it
- 46 All lightsome are beaming.When that lightfoot so airy, Her race is pursuing, Oh, what vision saw e'er a Feat of flight like her doing?She springs, and the spreading gra.s.s Scarce feels her treading, It were fleet foot that sped in Twice the time tha
- 47 When needy folk are pinch'd, alas!For money in a great degree; Ah, George's daughter--generous la.s.s-- Ne'er lets my pockets empty be; She keepeth me in drink, and stays By me in ale-houses and all, An' at once, without a word, she pa
- 48 Nor stood the Catach[134] to his bratach[135]For dread of a belabouring, When up gets the Staghead, And raises his cabar on.Woe to the man of Folais,[136]When he to fight must challenge thee; Nor better fared the Roses[137]That lent _Monro_ their valiancy
- 49 [158] Clanra.n.a.lds country. [159] Literally--Of blue steel. [160] Mac-Mhic-Alister, the patronymic of Glengary. [161] Castle Brahan, Seaforths seat. [162] _Gaelic_--Barrels of liquor, properly _buidealan_. END OF VOL. I.……
- 50 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume II.by Various.INTRODUCTION TO The Modern Gaelic Minstrelsy.[1]The suspicion which arose in regard to the authenticity of Ossian, subsequent to his appearance in the pages of Macpherson, has unjustly excited a misgiving
- 51 WALTER WATSON, 302 My Jockie 's far awa, 304 Maggie an' me, 305 Sit down, my cronie, 306 Braes o' Bedlay, 307 Jessie, 308 WILLIAM LAIDLAW, 310 Lucy's flittin', 314 Her bonnie black e'e, 316 Alake for the la.s.sie, 317 METRICA
- 52 "Would that 'Roderick' were in your hands for reviewing; I should desire no fairer nor more competent critic. But it is of little consequence what friends or enemies may do for it now; it will find its due place in time, which is slow but s
- 53 "Wm. Tennant."The Shepherd's next literary undertaking was an edition of Burns, published at Glasgow. In this task he had an able coadjutor in the poet Motherwell. In 1831, he published a collected edition of his songs, which received a wid
- 54 [49] Mr J. G. Lockhart.DONALD MACDONALD.AIR--_"Woo'd, and married, and a'."_ My name it is Donald Macdonald, I leeve in the Highlands sae grand; I hae follow'd our banner, and will do, Wherever my master[50] has land.When rankit a
- 55 Sweet land of the bay and the wild-winding deeps, Where loveliness slumbers at even, While far in the depth of the blue water sleeps, A calm little motionless heaven!Thou land of the valley, the moor, and the hill, Of the storm, and the proud-rolling wave
- 56 CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.[57]'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, That Charlie cam' to our town, The young Chevalier.An' Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier.As Charlie he cam
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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!
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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.
- 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
- 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.
- 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,
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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