#ScottishWriters
The merry Spring, the bright, bri… What joys she shakes from her flow… When the young bird sings from its… How happy it sleeps on its loved o… How sweet to roam at beauty’s side…
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…
O! for an eagle’s wings, To brave the rugged blast, In spite of wind and storm to soar O’er mount and meadow vast. O! that I might, like thee,
‘Where shall I hide myself?- Lost and undone!- A beggar—an outcast— Insulting the Sun! Oh! Yesterday vanished!
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…
The soldier bold, when the bugles… Must start from his pleasant sleep… To measure alone his weary round On the gloomy castle-keep. But we, merry men, in the pathless…
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.
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…
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
O! why should we bewail the dead, Why sorrow o’er their narrow bed? Have they not sought the happy sho… Where human cares oppress no more? Bewail them not!-more blest than w…
The man is thought a knave, or foo… Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the advancement of his ki… Is wiser than his time. For him the hemlock shall distil;
Dense on the stream the vapours la… Thick as wool on the cold highway; Spongy and dim, each lonely lamp Shone o’er the streets so dull and… The moonbeam could not pierce the…
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
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!
‘Where is the place of their first… ’Where, oh where, is that green ba… ‘Under whose cover ’The maid and her lover ‘Plighted their troth and their co…