Minstrelsy of the Merse: The Poets and Poetry of Berwickshire : a Country AnthologyJ. and R. Parlane, 1893 - 343 pages |
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Minstrelsy of the Merse: The Poets and Poetry of Berwickshire, a County ... William Shillinglaw Crockett No preview available - 2018 |
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Page iv - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men ; To write some earnest verse or line, Which, seeking not the praise of art, Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine In the untutored heart. He who doth this, in verse or prose, May be forgotten in his day, But surely...
Page 298 - I hae been far o'er the knowes, But the bonniest lass that ever I saw Is i' the bucht, milking the ewes." She set the cog ' upon her head, An' she's gane singing hame — " O where hae ye been, my ae daughter ? Ye hae na been your lane.
Page 42 - It opens as follows : — 0 perfect light, which shed away The darkness from the light, And set a ruler o'er the day, Another o'er the night. Thy glory when the day forth flies, More vively does appear, Nor at mid-day unto our eyes The shining sun is clear.
Page 214 - I'd lay me doune and dee. Her brow is like the snaw-drift; Her throat is like the swan ; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on, — That e'er the sun shone on ; And dark blue is her e'e ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa...
Page 307 - In north of England I was born : " (It needed him to lie.) " A knight me gat, a lady bore, I am a squire of high renowne ; I well may bear't to any king, That ever yet wore crowne.
Page 312 - He pierced him through and through the heart ; He maul'd him cruellie ; Then hung him ower the draw-brigg, Beside the other three. " Now, take frae me that feather-bed ! Make me a bed o' strae ! I wish I hadna lived this day, To make my heart sae wae.
Page 89 - Do you wait till I shrink from the pain ? No ; the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can never complain.
Page 305 - Were all for battle bound, Who, marching forth with false Dunbar, A ready welcome found. They lighted on the banks of Tweed, And blew their coals sae het, And fired the Merse and Teviotdale, All in an evening late.
Page 78 - When all nature's hush'd asleep, Nor love, nor guilt, their vigils "keep, Soft you leave your cavern'd den, And wander o'er the works of men ; But when Phosphor brings the dawn, By her dappled coursers drawn, Again you to the wild retreat, And the early huntsman meet, Where, as you pensive pace along, You catch the distant shepherd's song, Or brush from herbs the pearly dew, Or the rising primrose view, Devotion lends her heaven-plum'd wings, You mount, and nature with you sings.
Page 79 - Stronger every wilding grows. Let those toil for gold who please, Or for fame renounce their ease. What is fame ? an empty bubble.