AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
I.The Rhine is running deep and red,The island lies before-'Now is there one of all the hostWill dare to venture ...
Do reir beulaithris ann an linn Righ Artair bhi ann an Duneidean,bha Triath urramach Eirinneach a chuir tigh didean aira ...
Nae mair, alas! nae mair I'll see Young mornin's gowden hairSpread ower the lift—the dawnin' sheen O' simmer mornin' fair!Nae mair the ...
O charming blossom of the sea Atlantic waters bosomed in! Abiding-place of gayety, Elysian bower of "Cora Linn," The sprightly, lively _debiteuse_ Recounting all she ...
Where are you going,O muirnean, muirnean? Beyond all snowing,Beyond all reachOf tenderest speech,Or waves that breakUpon any beach,Or wind's rough ...
A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them Idrink ale,But their presence fades away from me and their ...
This onward--deepening gloom,--this hanging path Over the Linn that soundeth mightily, Foaming and tumbling on, as if in wrath That ought should bar ...
As Linn(Grace Greenwood)
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
_PROTHALAMION_1503Love who art above us all,Guard the treasure on her way,Flower of England, fair and tall,Maiden-wise and maiden-gay,As her northward ...
O STRANGE soft gleam, o ghostly dawn That never brightens unto day; Ere earth's mirk pale once more be drawn ...
The ferox rins in rough Loch Awe,A weary cry frae ony toun;The Spey, that loups o'er linn and fa',They praise ...
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—'My Minnie bad me ...
I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,You answered not because my voice was new,And you were listening ...
DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! My only beast, I had nae ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
The village of Penicuik, with its neighbouring spinning mills, Is most lovely to see, and the Pentland Hills; And though ...
