The Harp of Stirlingshire

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J. and R. Parlane, 1897 - 527 pages
 

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Page 476 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine, dhu, ho! ieroe!
Page 465 - ... when I am far away : For never saw I mien, or face, In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence. Here scattered, like a random seed, Remote from men, Thou dost not need The...
Page 465 - I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality: Thou art to me but as a wave Of the wild sea; and I would have Some claim upon thee, if I could, Though but of common neighbourhood.
Page 464 - These trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent lake; This little bay, a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode; In truth together...
Page 84 - But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow ; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue ; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho ne'er another trow me.
Page 478 - I will reign and govern still, And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in...
Page 84 - Thy picture in my heart ; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho
Page 475 - Caledonian ! on wi' me ! * By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be...
Page 475 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Page 82 - I'll creep in beside ye, I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa', Whar Johnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a'.

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