#ScottishWriters
By the red lightning rent and rive… And stretched along the plain, Can the tall oak extend to heaven Its gay green boughs again? Or when a star hath lost its track…
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
He carved his name upon the tree, Ere he hied him o’er the billow, A token of love and memory On that lone drooping willow; And bade me come at twilight dim,
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…
There dwelt a miller, hale and bol… Beside the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till… No lark more blithe than he; And this the burden of his song
A little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn; He walled it in and hung with care
We come! We come! To soften the strokes of fate. And lead the wanderer back in drea… To his woodland cot, and his nativ… And his long-expecting mate.
BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour… The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she… Its nightly vigil keeps;
Alder tree, O alder tree, Over his grave reclining; I’ve braided a wreath of the faire… That ever were fed by the spring-t… Or nursed by the summer shining.
O! Father, hear! Thou know’st my secret thought, Thou know’st with love and fear I bend before Thy mighty throne, And before Thee I hold myself as…
Many-and yet our fate is one, And little after all we crave Enjoyment of the common sun, Fair passage to the common grave; Our bread and fire, our plain atti…
Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning
The rushing winds around us sweep, The storms about us roar, And we-we skim the foaming deep, A thousand miles from shore. Fierce o’er the wave the tempests…
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…
If I were a voice, a persuasive v… That could travel the wide world t… I would fly on the beams of the mo… And speak to men with a gentle mig… And tell them to be true.