Quiet Waters: Essays on Some Streams of ScotlandJ. and R. Parlane, 1884 - 176 pages |
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Page 38 - They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she gan to fear. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says "For I fear that you are slain!
Page 52 - From her glowing fingers through all their frame. She sprinkled bright water from the stream On those that were faint with the sunny beam; And out of the cups of the heavy flowers She emptied the rain of the thunder showers.
Page 34 - The greenwood path to meet her brother: They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough ; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow...
Page 38 - she said, " For your strokes they are wondrous sair ; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair.
Page 39 - O mak my bed, lady mother," he says, "O mak it braid and deep ! And lay Lady Marg'ret close at my back, And the sounder I will sleep...
Page 38 - And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood.
Page 37 - Yest'reen I dreamed a dolefu' dream ; I fear there will be sorrow ! I dreamed I pu'd the heather green, Wi
Page 114 - Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield; So farewell life and love and pleasures new. Then, as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground, Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops, I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep: But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.
Page 34 - Forest are a' wede away. J. ELLIOTT cxxvn THE BRAES OF YARROW Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream, When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow. He promised me a milk-white steed To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers; He promised me a wedding-ring,...
Page 32 - Burne cannot assuage His grief while life endureth, To see the changes of this age Which fleeting time procureth ; For mony a place stands in hard case, Where blithe folks kent nae sorrow, With Homes that dwelt on Leader side, And Scotts that dwelt on Yarrow.