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... little Mac would sing the lays , Of Scotia's bonnie woods and braes , Of hoary hills , of dashing streams , Of lone rocks where the eagle screams ; Of primrose banks and gowany glens , THE JOURNEY . Of broomy knowes and hawthorn dens ,
... little Mac would sing the lays , Of Scotia's bonnie woods and braes , Of hoary hills , of dashing streams , Of lone rocks where the eagle screams ; Of primrose banks and gowany glens , THE JOURNEY . Of broomy knowes and hawthorn dens ,
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... stream and vale , In swells of love , in gusts of woe , Which thrilled my heart so long ago , And mournful groups around him hung , Sadly sighing as he sung ; And eyes grew dim , and hearts did swell , While thus he sung his last ...
... stream and vale , In swells of love , in gusts of woe , Which thrilled my heart so long ago , And mournful groups around him hung , Sadly sighing as he sung ; And eyes grew dim , and hearts did swell , While thus he sung his last ...
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... Streams that murmured through the glade , Little flowers that loved the shade , Lovely birds of gorgeous dye , Flitted ' mong the branches high , Coloured like the setting sun , But were songless every one ; No one like the linnet gray ...
... Streams that murmured through the glade , Little flowers that loved the shade , Lovely birds of gorgeous dye , Flitted ' mong the branches high , Coloured like the setting sun , But were songless every one ; No one like the linnet gray ...
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... streams were laid , Cabins built and pathways made ; Little openings here and there , Patches to the sun laid bare , Growing larger every day ; Merrily time sped away , Troubles had we not a few , For the work was strange and new ...
... streams were laid , Cabins built and pathways made ; Little openings here and there , Patches to the sun laid bare , Growing larger every day ; Merrily time sped away , Troubles had we not a few , For the work was strange and new ...
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... Or that whoop had been his last ; Hemlock sunk upon the plain , But got on his feet again ; I could see a stream of red , From a deep gash on his head ; There a moment he did stand , Grasped the long THE INDIAN BATTLE . 71.
... Or that whoop had been his last ; Hemlock sunk upon the plain , But got on his feet again ; I could see a stream of red , From a deep gash on his head ; There a moment he did stand , Grasped the long THE INDIAN BATTLE . 71.
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ALEXANDER MCLACHLAN auld Granny Broun Ben Nevis Benlomond birds blue bonnie bosom braes canna Charloch Ban claut cloth dark dear dear Mary death deep doun e'en e'er Eagle earth Essays face fair fallow deer flowers frae gane Garibaldi Gipsy Gipsy King glory gowans grave gray green hail hame happy head hear heart heroes Highland hills HISTORY hoary hope John Tamson's Bairns kent laid lake land live Lochaber lone look Lord LORD MACAULAY mair Mary White maun McLachlan MEMOIRS mighty MOTHERWELL mystery ne'er neath never o'er owre poor puir race round Scotland sigh sing smiles song sorrow soul stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thing thocht THOMAS ARNOLD thou toil Towser tree Twas vale vols volume wandering WAVERLEY NOVELS waves weary wild woods ye'll
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Page 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Page 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Page 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Page 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Page 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Page 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Page 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa