A Real Incident of The Persecuting Times In Scotland (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The Scene—A Lonely Low Thatched Cottage Near Airdrie Burn, New MonklandShe lay within that lonely cot,And seemed by all, save ...
The Scene—A Lonely Low Thatched Cottage Near Airdrie Burn, New MonklandShe lay within that lonely cot,And seemed by all, save ...
I have seen thy crystal watersMirror Beauty's sportive daughters;Seen the village maiden thereLave her brow and braid her hair—Wade, till ...
With fondest love and sweetest pleasureGaze I on my infant treasure—My sweetest rose, my purest pearl,Heaven's latest gift, my baby-girl.Opening ...
Lone dweller of the stony isle!Dost thou at fortune's caprice smile,Soars thy great mind above thy state,Serene amid the shocks ...
He donn'd his bannet braid and blue, His hame-spun suit o' hodden grey,His blue boot-hose drew ower his knees, An' teuk the ...
The bridge was won, the foe had crossedThe Clyde; the Covenanted hostHad lost the day, and vanquished fled.Mixed with the ...
Sweet minstrel of the summer dawn,Bard of the sky, o'er lea and lawnThy rapturous anthem, clear and loud,Rings from the ...
Far, far below, oh, far below,Where sulphurous lightnings flash and glow,Where blasting, bellowing thunders roarWith rending crash—dark Stygian shore;Black gulf ...
There stude a wee house on a lanely muirside,Whaur mony lang years a puir widow did bide—A decent, douce bodie, ...
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
Aul' Scotlan'! lan' o' cakes an' sang,O' gude pease scones an' kebbuck whang,Yer crumpy farls o' ait meal cake,An' barley ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
Damp and drear the lonely halls,Faint the misty sunlight fallsThrough the casement, soil'd and dim,In the chambers, grey and grim.On ...
"Where are ye, friend of my youth? And echo answered, 'Where!'"Where are ye, dear companions of my youth? I gaze around and ...
A panting messenger of woe and dread,His garments torn, and dust upon his head,His wounded feet with blood and travel ...
"Oh that my head were waters," and mine eyes A tearful fountain, ever running over,A heart that bleeds, and struggles, moans, ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
Why this hurrying to and fro, Why all this strange commotion?The good ship Briton rolls and sways Upon a stormy ocean.Oh! where ...
Who died at the age of six years and two monthsToo fair, too pale, too pure and wiseFor earth, she ...
Again I ha'e ta'en to the clinkin' o' rhymes—It's no on the signs, it's the deeds o' the timesO' whilk ...
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 ...
"There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough hew them as we will."—-ShakspereBehold with awe, and high adoring wonder,The living car ...
Na, na, I wunna pairt wi' that, I downa gi'e it up;O' Scotlan's hamely mither tongue I canna quat the grup.It's 'bedded ...
"Scotland, the land of all I love, The land of all that love me;Land whose green sod my youth hath trod, Whose ...
I've juist been thinkin', neebour Johnie,Gif that the warl had mendit ony—Since, for the wurkin' man's disasters,We've got sae mony ...
IA small thatched cottage, moss grown old, A low-browed, weather-beaten door,Two windows small, that dimly light The dusky walls and earthen floor.From ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Hail! infant year, fresh from the womb of Time,Cradled in clouds, what shapes and shades sublimeAttend thy birth, and hover ...
Blest Sabbath bells! blest Sabbath bells!My heart with solemn rapture swells;I come! I come! how blessed there,How joyful in the ...
On His Going Out To CanadaArise, for this is not thy rest; go forthAnd brave the frozen rigours of the ...
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