#ScottishWriters
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…
Deep in the shade of the wild wood… There standeth alone an old oak tr… And ever at night, 'mong its branc… The cold wind mourneth its glories… And the nightingale singeth her sa…
Come, gentle phantasie, Come to my lone retreat, Beside the rolling sea, Where the playful billows beat; Come at still twilight’s time,
I have lived and I have loved; I have waked and I have slept; I have sung and I have danced; I have smiled and I have wept; I have won and wasted treasure;
Earth heard the loud, the solemn s… And started from her utmost bound, And Darkness, on his ebon car, Spread his black wings, and fled a… The dun clouds opened with affrigh…
Hurrah! for the land of the thistl… The clime of the fair and free! Where the lassies are bonnie And loving as ony, The pride of the North Countrie!
In cold misfortune’s cheerless day… When joy and peace and love depart… When friends deceive, and hopes de… And sorrows press the heavy heart, O! Lord, Thou canst relief impart…
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
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…
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 earth is white with the fallin… And white is the forest tree, And my mocassin leaves no tell-tal… As I come to visit thee. O! swift is my foot on the war-pat…
Hast thou forgotten her to whom You vowed such vows of truth, She who was dearest to thy heart In days of hope and youth? Dost thou forget the parting praye…
OLD Tubal Cain was a man of migh… In the days when earth was young: By the fierce red light of his fur… The strokes of his hammer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand
Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,