#ScottishWriters
When your rights are destroyed, an… When your kings and your princes t… O! shall it be said that no vengea… The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a… O! shall it be said that the Germ…
In the deep silence of the night, We come, O harvest moon, To dance beneath thy gentle light, To many a merry tune; We come, whilst thou in thoughtful…
Where the snake lurks in the tangl… By the slippery brink of the dank… Merrily O! Merrily O! I light my lamp, and forth I go! And to lure astray the lated wight…
Let others chase the timid deer O’er field or level moor, We’ve a braver sport, and a nobler… To chase the mighty boar. Through forest dark, and tangled w…
The loud blast leaps from wave to… Around our heads the thunders rave… And dark, dark is the midnight sky… Save when the lightning flashes hi… O! God whom we revere!
Didst ever see a hanging?'-'No, n… Nor ever wish to see such scandal… But once I saw a wretch condemn’d… A lean-faced, bright-eyed youth, w… At the recital of a dream he had.
I saw a stain on the last year’s s… Brothers! a stain of blood! But the cold hath past, and the wa… And the trees are in the bud. The snow hath melted from dale and…
When my soul flies to the first gr… Friends of the bard! let my dwelli… By the green bank of that rippling… Under the shade of yon tall beech… Bury me there, ye lovers of song,
You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor… He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have…
A traveller on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening-t…
O! for the shade of the sycamore, That spreadeth its boughs at my co… O! for the kiss of my bonnie bride… And the welcome glow of her warm f… And O! for the smile of my bonnie…
Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh… Freedom, though crushed, shall nev… Though for awhile her noble head Be trampled by the Cossack’s trea… Though the proud Russian lay her…
Come, soul-inspiring Mirth, I’ll twine a wreath for thee, With flowers of spring-time birth, Born amid Nature’s glee: Born when the cuckoo sung
Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of… Friend of my manhood! delight of m… Roamer with me over valley and wil… Searching for loveliness, groping… Stay with me, dwell with me, spiri…
When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,