The works of the Ettrick shepherd, 1. kötet

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413. oldal - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
35. oldal - Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she...
37. oldal - When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene ; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen!
36. oldal - With a mooted wing and waefu' maen, The eagle sought her eiry again ; But lang may she cower in her bloody nest, And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast, Before she sey another flight, To play wi
35. oldal - Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew, But it...
438. oldal - Why the boys should drive away Little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell.
343. oldal - The deil may care!" quo the Tinkler lad; " I shall have a skelp at them and thee." " You are not horsed," quo the Lord Douglas, " And no remorse this weapon brooks." " Mine's a right good yaud," quo the Tinkler lad, " And a great deal better nor she looks. " So stand to thy weapons, thou haughty lord, • What I have taken I needs must give; Thou shalt never strike a tinkler again, ' For the langest day thou hast to live.
416. oldal - Tis beneath the spreading birk, In the glen without the name, Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie, When the kye comes hame. There the blackbird bigs his nest For the mate he loes to see, And on the topmost bough, O, a happy bird is he; Where he pours his melting ditty, And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame.
152. oldal - Yes — though the sceptic's tongue deride Those martyrs who for conscience died, — Though modish history blight their fame, And sneering courtiers hoot the name Of men who dared alone be free Amidst a nation's slavery, — Yet long for them the poet's lyre Shall wake its notes of heavenly fire ; Their names shall nerve the patriot's hand, Upraised to save a sinking land ; And piety shall learn to burn With holier transports o'er their urn...
35. oldal - O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be!

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