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amid ancient ballad battle Battle of Otterburn beautiful beneath blood blue Border bosom Branxholm breast breeze bright castle charms Colonsay Complaynt of Scotland dark dear death Dr Leyden Edinburgh fair fairy fame fancy fancy's fields flower fond gale glow grave gray green haunted Hawick hear heard heart heath Hermitage Hermitage Castle hill India Isle John Leyden Keilder Krees land language leaves Liddesdale light literary living lonely Lord Minto Lord Soulis maid Mermaid morning mortal mountain murmurs native ne'er never Nicholas de Soulis night o'er peasants Penang Picts plain poem poetry river Teviot round Roxburghshire sail Scenes of Infancy Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border shine shore sigh sing smile soft song soul spirit stone strain stream swains sweet swell tear Teviot's Teviotdale thee thine thou tradition tree vale warriors wave wild wind yellow youth
Стр. 24 - 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.
Стр. 231 - And pour'd its beams on Colonsay ; And oft, beneath the silver moon, He heard afar the mermaid sing, And oft, to many a melting tune, The shell-formed lyres of ocean ring : And when the moon -went down the sky, Still rose, in dreams, his native plain, And oft he thought his love was by.
Стр. 226 - Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail ! Soothe to rest the furrowed seas, Before my love, sweet western gale ! " Thus, all to soothe the chieftain's woe, Far from the maid he loved so dear, The song arose so soft and slow, He seemed her parting sigh to hear.
Стр. 283 - Slave of the mine, thy yellow light Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear. A gentle vision comes by night My lonely widowed heart to cheer : Her eyes are dim with many a tear, That once were guiding stars to mine : Her fond heart throbs with many a...
Стр. 125 - Smiling in virgin innocence serene, Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green. The lark, with sparkling eye and rustling wing, Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring, And, as he prunes his plumes of russet hue, Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true.
Стр. 201 - Now shall thine ain hand wale the tree, For all thy mirth and meikle pride ; And May shall choose, if my love she refuse, A scrog bush thee beside." They carried him to the good greenwood, Where the green pines grew in a row ; And they heard the cry, from the branches high, Of the hungry carrion crow. They carried him on from tree to tree, The spiry boughs below...
Стр. 148 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light,' And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Стр. 213 - They pass'd the muir of berries blae, The stone cross on the lee ; They reach'd the green, the bonny brae, Beneath the birchen tree. This is the bonny brae, the green, Yet sacred to the brave, Where still, of ancient size, is seen Gigantic Keeldar's grave.
Стр. 301 - With silent awe I hail the sacred morn, That slowly wakes while all the fields are still; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne, A graver murmur gurgles from the rill ; And echo answers softer from the hill ; And softer sings the linnet from the thorn ; The skylark warbles in a tone less shrill.
Стр. 226 - She reach'd amain the bounding prow, Then, clasping fast the Chieftain brave, She, plunging, sought the deep below. Ah ! long beside thy feigned bier, The monks the prayers of death shall say, And long, for thee, the fruitless tear Shall weep the Maid of Colonsay ! But downwards, like a powerless corse, The eddying waves the Chieftain bear ; He only heard the moaning hoarse Of waters, murmuring in his ear. The murmurs sink, by slow degrees ; No more the surges round him rave ; Lull'd by the music...