#ScottishWriters
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,
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
Far away from the white man’s smok… In the woods and in silence deep, Under the shade of the beech and o… The bones of the heroes sleep. And there we go when the sky is gr…
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…
I knew thee in the sunny hour, When Fortune shed her brightest b… And thought, should e’er the tempe… Thy love would wither like a dream… I deemed that it was feigned and c…
Come, gentle phantasie, Come to my lone retreat, Beside the rolling sea, Where the playful billows beat; Come at still twilight’s time,
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
SHEPHERD, thou say’st there is… Which rules our changeful destinie… Can mortal vision soar so far, Or pierce such mighty mysteries? Shepherd, ’tis said thy mind recal…
Peerless orb of life and light, Here beneath the cloudless blue, Lo! we quaff the liquor bright, And pray for rain and pleasant dew… Here beneath thy ruddy beam,
There came a pilgrim to the gate, An aged man was he, And he sat him down upon a stone, And sighed most bitterly: The night was cold,-the fierce win…
When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,
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…
When Morning sheds her ruddy ligh… O’er heath and dusky dell, Away we go to the mountain’s heigh… To chase the swift gazelle; To chase afar the savage wolf,
Wind of the winter night, whence c… And whither, oh whither, art wande… Sad, sad is thy voice on this deso… And mournful, oh mournful, thy how… Say where hast thou been on thy cl…
When tke sentinel mastiff keepeth… And all is dark in the farmer’s ya… Ere the early cock hath begun to c… Abroad with the owl and the bat we… Thirst is mighty-hunger is strong