#ScottishWriters
Harp of the North, farewell! The… On purple peaks a deeper shade des… In twilight copse the glow-worm li… The deer, half-seen, are to the co… Resume thy wizard elm! the fountai…
The glowing censers, and their ric… The splendid vestments, and the so… The gentle sigh of soul-subduing p… The alms which open-hearted charit… Bestows, with kindly glance; and t…
When the heathen trumpet’s clang Round beleaguer’d Chester rang, Veiled nun and friar grey March’d from Bangor’s fair Abbaye… High their holy anthem sounds,
It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle… And she would marry a Scottish kn… For Love will still be lord of al… Blithely they saw the rising sun
Look not thou on beauty’s charming… Sit thou still when kings are armi… Taste not when the wine-cup gliste… Speak not when the people listens; Stop thine ear against the singer;
Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. ‘Tell me, thou bonny bird,
O, will you hear a knightly tale o… It was the noble Moringer in wedl… He halsed and kiss’d his dearest d… And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart,… II.
Hear what Highland Nora said, - ‘The Earlie’s son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear…
To an Oak Tree, In the Churchyar… Emblem of England’s ancient faith… Full proudly may thy branches wave… Where loyalty lies low in death, And valour fills a timeless grave.
There is mist on the mountain, and… But more dark is the sleep of the… A stranger commanded '€”- it sunk… It has frozen each heart, and benu… The dirk and the target lie sordid…
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From the true maiden’s breast, Parted for ever?— Where, through groves deep and hig…
He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing,
‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d ha… Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?'- ‘Know’st thou not me?' the Deep V…
Heap on more wood! the wind is chi… But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry st… Each age has deem’d the new-born y… The fittest time for festal cheer:
At morn the black-cock trims his j… ‘T is morning prompts the linnet’s… All Nature’s children feel the ma… Of life reviving, with reviving da… And while yon little bark glides d…