The History and Poetry of the Scottish Border: Their Main Features and Relations, Band 2W. Blackwood and Sons, 1893 |
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ancient Armstrong auld baith banks bent sae brown birks bonny braes Buccleuch burn Busk Castle century Cheviots Complaynt of Scotland Debateable Land deeds district Douglas Dowie Dens drowned in Yarrow Edinburgh Edom Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair fairy feeling Flowers Forest frae glen green hame haughs heart hills historical Hogg incident James James Hogg John king lady Laird Liddesdale Logan Lee lonely Lord lover Lowland maiden minstrel Minstrelsy mountain nae mair nature Neidpath Castle never Nicol Burne night o'er older Otterbourne Peblis Peebles Peeblesshire picture poem poet poetic poetry Quair reference river scene scenery Scotland Scots Scottish Selkirkshire shepherd side sing Sir James Inglis slain slaughter sorrow spirit stanzas stone story stream sweet Teviot Teviotdale thee Thirlestane thou touch tower Traquair Tuschielaw Tweed Tweedside vale Veitch Walter Scott weel wild William Willie Yarrow
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Seite 228 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Seite 313 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it?
Seite 120 - I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fashes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me, In earthly flesh and blood.
Seite 18 - I watch'd his body night and day ; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ; I digg'da grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul...
Seite 314 - Mild dawn of promise ! that excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection. , Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding ? His bed perchance was yon smooth mound On which the herd is feeding: And haply from this crystal pool, Now peaceful as the morning, The Water-wraith ascended thrice — And gave his doleful warning. Delicious is the Lay that sings The haunts of happy Lovers, The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove...
Seite 270 - Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream, When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow. He promised me a milk-white steed To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers; He promised me a wedding-ring, — The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow; — Now he is...
Seite 275 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
Seite 143 - Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord, "And ever my heart is wae for thee! But fye gar cry on Willie, my son, And see that he come to me speedilie! "Gar warn the water, braid and wide, Gar warn it sune and hastilie! They that winna ride for Telfer's kye, Let them never look in the face o
Seite 177 - And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down.
Seite 307 - Upon her eyrie nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake ; The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still, So darkly glooms yon thunder cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill.