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Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced
The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced a more patriotic and more extended minstrelsy than any other country in the world. Those Caledonian harp-strains, styled by Sir Walter Scott "gems of our own moun
- 101 TUNE--_"Roslin Castle."_ O! come with me, for the queen of night Is throned on high in her beauty bright: 'Tis now the silent hour of even, When all is still in earth an' heaven; The cold flowers which the valleys strew Are sparking bright wi' pearly
- 102 Come while the blossom 's on the broom, And heather bells sae bonnie bloom; Come let us be the happiest twa On a' the braes o' Gallowa'!THE HILLS OF THE HIGHLANDS.TUNE--_"Ewe Bughts, Marion."_ Will ye go to the Highlan's, my Mary, And visit our hau
- 103 AIR--_"Good-morrow to your night-cap."_ Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk; And dinna be sae rude to me, As kiss me sae before folk.It wad na gie me meikle pain, 'Gin we were seen and heard by nane To tak' a kiss, or grant you
- 104 Ill.u.s.trious as a man of letters, and esteemed as a poet, the private life of Professor Wilson was for many years as dest.i.tute of particular incident, as his youth had been remarkable for singular and stirring adventure. Till within a few years of his
- 105 Although it 's been lang in repute For rogues to mak rich by deceiving, Yet I see that it does not weel suit Honest men to begin to the thieving; For my heart it gaed dunt upon dunt, Oh! I thought ilka dunt it would crack it; Sae I flang frae my neive wh
- 106 How lovely the beam on thy moorland appears, As it streams from the eye of the morn!And how comely the garment that evening wears When the day of its glories is shorn!Ah! strong are the ties that the patriot bind, Fair isle of the sea! to thy sh.o.r.e; Th
- 107 Come awa', come awa', I ken your heart is mine, la.s.sie, And true love shall make up for a'For whilk ye might repine, la.s.sie!Your father he has gi'en consent, Your step-dame looks na kind, la.s.sie; O that our feet were on the bent, An' the lowlan
- 108 JEANIE'S GRAVE.I saw my true-love first on the banks of queenly Tay, Nor did I deem it yielding my trembling heart away; I feasted on her deep, dark eye, and loved it more and more, For, oh! I thought I ne'er had seen a look so kind before!I heard my tr
- 109 [31] To Mr James C. Roger, of Glasgow, we have to acknowledge our obligations for much diligent inquiry on the subject of this memoir.[32] Alla.n.u.s Glen, _armiger_, is witness to an instrument conveying the fis.h.i.+ng of Crockat-shot to the "Monks of
- 110 [36] The "gallant Graeme," Lord Lynedoch, on hearing this song at a Glasgow theatre, was so moved by the touching reference of the poet to his achievements, and the circ.u.mstances of his joining the army, that he openly burst into tears.THE MAID OF ORO
- 111 FAREWEEL TO ABERFOYLE.AIR--_"Highland Plaid."_ My tortured bosom long shall feel The pangs o' this last sad fareweel; Far, far to foreign lands I stray, To spend my hours in deepest wae; Fareweel, my dear, my native soil, Fareweel, the braes o' Aberfo
- 112 And the lambs on the lea Are in playfulness bounding, And the voice of the sea Is in harmony sounding; And the streamlet on high In the morning beam dances, For all Nature is joy As sweet summer advances.Then, my Mary, let 's stray Where the wild-flowers
- 113 Peace! creation's gloomy queen, Darkest Night, invests the scene!Silence, Evening's handmaid mild, Leaves her home amid the wild, Tripping soft with dewy feet, Summer's flowery carpet sweet, Morpheus--drowsy power--to meet.Ruler of the midnight hour, I
- 114 JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.John Gibson Lockhart, the distinguished editor of the _Quarterly Review_, and biographer of Sir Walter Scott, was born in the Manse of Cambusnethan, on the 14th of June 1794. From both his parents he inherited an honourable descent. H
- 115 Join all in chorus, jolly boys, And let punch and tears be shed, For this prince of good old fellows That, alack-a-day! is dead; For this prince of worthy fellows-- And a pretty man also-- That has left the Saltmarket In sorrow, grief, and woe!For it ne'
- 116 Love brought me a bough o' the willow sae green That waves by yon brook where the wild-flowers grow sheen; And braiding my harp wi' the sweet budding rue, It mellow'd its tones 'mang the saft falling dew; It whisper'd a strain that I wist na to hear,
- 117 Love is timid, love is shy, Can you tell me, tell me why?Love, like the lonely nightingale, Will pour her heart, when all is lone; Nor will repeat, amidst the vale, Her notes to any, but to one.Can you tell me, tell me why Love is timid, love is shy?RAVEN
- 118 Why does the deer, when wounded, fly To the lone vale, where night-clouds low'r?Their time was past--they lived to die-- It was their dying hour!Why does the dolphin change its hues, Like that aerial child of light?Why does the cloud of night refuse To m
- 119 In youthfu' prime, at fortune's ca', I braved the billows' roar; I 've now seen thirty simmer suns Blink on a distant sh.o.r.e; And I have stood where honour call'd, In the embattled line, And there left many gallant lads, The cronies o' langsyne.I
- 120 MARY MACNEIL.AIR--_"Kinloch of Kinloch."_ The last gleam o' sunset in ocean was sinkin', Owre mountain an' meadowland glintin' fareweel; An' thousands o' stars in the heavens were blinkin', As bright as the een o' sweet Mary Macneil.A' glowin'
- 121 BONNIE PEGGY.[46]AIR--_"Bonnie la.s.sie, O."_ Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggy, O!On the banks of Cart sae green, bonnie Peggy, O!Where the waters smoothly rin, Far aneath the roarin' linn, Far frae busy strife and din, bonnie Peggy, O! When t
- 122 I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi' earliest thochts, As ye hae been to me!Oh, tell me gin their music fills Thine heart, as it does mine; Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit Wi' dreamings o' langsyne?I 've wand
- 123 And hast thou sought thy heavenly home, Our fond, dear boy-- The realms where sorrow dare not come, Where life is joy?Pure at thy death as at thy birth, Thy spirit caught no taint from earth, Even by its bliss we mete our dearth, Casa Wappy!Despair was in
- 124 OH, I LO'ED MY La.s.sIE WEEL.Oh, I lo'ed my la.s.sie weel, How weel I canna tell; Lang, lang ere ithers trow'd, Lang ere I wist mysel'.At the school amang the lave, If I wrestled or I ran, I cared na' for the prize, If she saw me when I wan.Oh, I lo
- 125 Where Manor stream rins blithe an' clear, And Castlehill's white wa's appear, I spent ae day, aboon a' days, By Manor stream, 'mang Manor braes.The purple heath was just in bloom, And bonnie waved the upland broom, The flocks on flowery braes lay sti
- 126 I canna weep, for hope is fled, And nought would do but silent mourn, Were 't no for dreams that should na come, To whisper back my love's return.'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, That waking we sall never see; Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile My l
- 127 The heart-struck minstrel heard the word; and though his flame, uncured, Still fired his soul, in haste the sh.o.r.es of danger he abjured: But aye he rung his harp, though now it knew another strain, And loud arose its warblings as the sounding of the ma
- 128 SONG OF THE ROYAL HIGHLAND REGIMENT. For success, a prayer, with a farewell, bear To the warriors dear of the muir and the valley-- The lads that convene in their plaiding of green, With the curtal coat, and the sweeping _eil-e_. In their belts arrayd, wh
- 129 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume IV.by Various.THE INFLUENCE OF BURNS ON SCOTTISH POETRY AND SONG: An Essay.BY THE REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN.It is exceedingly difficult to settle the exact place of, as well as to compute the varied influences wielded by,
- 130 "According to my ability I studied while wandering among the mountains, and at intervals, adopting my knee for my desk, wrote down the results of my musing. Let not the shepherd ever forget his dog--his constant companion and best friend, and without whi
- 131 Doubtless this was correct; but I remark, that if my object in the undertaking had been to delineate scenery, I would not have turned my attention to the East, the scenes of which I never saw. Human nature being radically the same everywhere, a man, throu
- 132 [5] "Poems, Songs, and Miscellaneous Pieces." Edinburgh, 1847, 12mo.THE WILD GLEN SAE GREEN.AIR--_"The Posy, or Roslin Castle."_ When my flocks upon the heathy hill are lying a' at rest, And the gloamin' spreads its mantle gray o'er the world's de
- 133 To hear of her famed ones let none e'er demand, For the hours o' a' time far too little would prove To name but the names that we honour and love.The bard lives in light, though his heart it be still, And the cairn of the warrior stands gray on the hil
- 134 THE BOWER OF THE WILD.I form'd a green bower by the rill o' yon glen, Afar from the din and the dwellings of men; Where still I might linger in many a dream, And mingle my strains wi' the voice o' the stream.From the cave and the cliff, where the hill
- 135 Still, far or near, by wild or wood, I'll love the generous, wise, and good; But she shall share the dearest mood That Heaven to life may render.What boots it then thus on to stir, And still from love's enjoyment err, When I to Scotland and to her Must
- 136 Leafless and bare were the shrub and the flower, Cauld was the drift that blew over yon mountain, But caulder my heart at his last ling'ring hour, Though warm was the tear-drap that fell frae my e'e.O saft is the tint o' the gowan sae bonny, The blue h
- 137 The lake is at rest, love, The sun's on its breast, love, How bright is its water, how pleasant to see; Its verdant banks shewing The richest flowers blowing, A picture of bliss and an emblem of thee!Then, O fairest maiden!When earth is array'd in The b
- 138 TO THE EVENING STAR.Star of descending Night!Lovely and fair, Robed in thy mellow light, Subtle and rare; Whence are thy silvery beams, That o'er lone ocean gleams, And in our crystal streams Dip their bright hair?Far in yon liquid sky, Where streamers p
- 139 And can thy bosom bear the thought To part frae love and me, laddie?Are all those plighted vows forgot, Sae fondly pledged by thee, laddie?Canst thou forget the midnight hour, When in yon love-inspiring bower, You vow'd by every heavenly power You'd ne
- 140 Imlah was a person of amiable dispositions and agreeable manners. Of his numerous lyrics, each is distinguished by a rich fancy, and several of his songs will maintain a lasting place in the national minstrelsy.KATHLEEN.AIR--_"The Humours of Glen."_ O d
- 141 Dunallan's halls ring loud with glee-- The feast-cup glads Glengarry; The joy that should for ever be When mutual lovers marry.The shout and sh.e.l.l the revellers raise, Dunallan and Clanronald; And minstrel measures pour to praise Fair Kath'rine and b
- 142 "The air," communicates the reverend author of this song, "is undoubtedly old, from its resemblance to several Gaelic and Irish airs.'Cuir's chiste moir me,' and several others, might be thought to have been originally the same _in the first part_.
- 143 And I would rather roam beneath Thy scowling winter skies, Than listlessly attune my lyre Where sun-bright flowers arise.The baron's hall, the peasant's cot Protect alike the free; The tyrant dies who breathes thine air; O Scotland's hills for me!FOOTN
- 144 I LOVE THE MERRY MOONLIGHT.[18]I love the merry moonlight, So wooingly it dances, At midnight hours, round leaves and flowers, On which the fresh dew glances.I love the merry moonlight, On lake and pool so brightly It pours its beams, and in the stream's
- 145 I whisper'd, "My Mary!"--she spoke not: I caught Her hand, press'd her pale cheek--'twas icy and cold; Then sunk on her bosom--its throbbings were o'er-- Nor knew how I quitted my hold.THE WRECKED MARINER.Stay, proud bird of the sh.o.r.e!Carry my la
- 146 Born where the glorious star-lights trace In mountain snows their silver face, Where Nature, vast and rude, Looks as if by her G.o.d design'd To fill the bright eternal mind, With her fair magnitude.Hers was a face, to which was given Less portion of the
- 147 Though fetters yet should clank O'er the gay and princely rank Of cities on thy bank, All sublime; Still thou wilt wander on, Till eternity has gone, And broke the dial stone Of old Time.REV. T. G. TORRY ANDERSON.The author of the deservedly popular word
- 148 II.--(M'CRIMMAN.) Youth of the daring heart! bright be thy doom As the bodings which light up thy bold spirit now, But the fate of M'Crimman is closing in gloom, And the breath of the gray wraith hath pa.s.s'd o'er his brow; Victorious, in joy, thou'
- 149 All lovely and bright, 'mid the desert of time, Seem the days when I wander'd with you, Like the green isles that swell in this far distant clime, On the deeps that are trackless and blue.And now, while the torrent is loud on the hill, And the howl of t
- 150 And beauty! have I not wors.h.i.+pp'd all Her s.h.i.+ning creations well?The rock--the wood--the waterfall, Where light or where love might dwell.But over all, and on my heart, The mildew hath fallen sadly, I have no spirit, I have no part In the earth t
- 151 Like two fair roses on a tree, we flourish'd an' we grew, An' as we grew, sweet love grew too, an' strong 'tween me an' you; How aft ye 'd twine your gentle arms in love about my neck, An' breathe young vows that after-years o' sorrow has na brak
- 152 Smibert died at Edinburgh on the 16th January 1854, in his forty-fourth year. With pleasing manners, he was possessed of kindly dispositions, and was much cherished for his intelligent and interesting conversation.In person he was strong built, and his co
- 153 The younger of two remarkable brothers, whose names are justly ent.i.tled to remembrance, John Bethune, was born at the Mount, in the parish of Monimail, Fifes.h.i.+re, during the summer of 1810. The poverty of his parents did not permit his attendance at
- 154 O tell me not of olive groves, Where gold and gems abound; Of deep blue eyes and maiden loves, With every virtue crown'd.I ask no other ray of joy Life's desert to adorn, Than that sweet bliss, which ne'er can cloy-- The love of Menie Lorn.THE YOUNG SO
- 155 Of sound religious principles and devoted Christian feeling, Still meekly submitted to the bitterness of his lot in life. He was fortunate in arresting the attention of some, who occasionally administered to his wants, and contributed, by their patronage,
- 156 Frae their grandeur an' their gloom, Where the freeborn lintie sings its sang On the Muir o' Gorse an' Broom.Sae weel as I like the healthfu' gale, That blaws fu' kindly there, An' the heather brown, an' the wild blue-bell That wave on the muirland
- 157 ALEXANDER A. RITCHIE.[28]Alexander Abernethy Ritchie, author of "The Wells o' Wearie," was born in the Canongate, Edinburgh, in 1816. In early youth he evinced a lively appreciation of the humorous and the pathetic, and exhibited remarkable
- 158 She hung her head and sweetly smiled-- The bonnie la.s.s of Logie!But she has smiled, and fate has frown'd, And wrung my heart with sorrow; The bonnie la.s.s sae dear to me Can never be my marrow.For, ah! she loves another lad-- The ploughman wi'
- 159 ALEXANDER CARLILE.Alexander Carlile was born at Paisley in the year 1788. His progenitors are said to have been remarkable for their acquaintance with the arts, and relish for elegant literature. His eldest brother, the late Dr Carlile of Dublin attained
- 160 But there are nae auld Scotland's burds, Sae dear to childhood's days-- The laverock, lintie, shulf, an' yyoite, That taught us luve's sweet lays.Gin' thou e'er wauk'st alane to think On him that's owre the sea, The
- 161 MARY STEEL.I 'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel, When the lark begins to sing, And a thousan', thousan' joyfu' hearts Are welcoming the spring: When the merle and the blackbird build their nest In the bushy forest tree, And a'
- 162 OH, WILL YE WALK THE WOOD WI' ME?[36]"Oh, will ye walk the wood wi' me?Oh, will ye walk the green?Or will ye sit within mine arms, My ain kind Jean?""It 's I 'll not walk the wood wi' thee, Nor yet will I the green;
- 163 When first my morn of life was born, the Pean's[37] silver stream Glanced in my eye, and then there lent my view their kinder gleam, The flowers that fringed its side, where, by the fragrant breezes lull'd, As in a cradle-bed I lay, and all my w
- 164 My youth with the stranger,[44]Next on mountains a ranger, I pa.s.s'd--but no change, here, Will sever from Mary.What ringlets discover Their gloss thy brows over-- Forget thee! thy lover, Ah, first shall they bury.Thy aspect of kindness, Thy graces
- 165 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume V.by Various.TO ALEXANDER BAILLIE COCHRANE, ESQ. OF LAMINGTON.SIR, I inscribe to you the present volume of "THE MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL,"not to express approval of your political sentiments, nor to court you
- 166 CHARLES MARSHALL, 97 The blessing on the wark, 98 Jewel of a lad, 99 Twilight joys, 100 WILLIAM WILSON, 102 Oh, blessing on her starlike een, 102 Oh! blessing on thee, land, 104 The faithless, 105 My soul is ever with thee, 106 Auld Johnny Graham, 107 Jea
- 167 Influenced in his youth by the genius of the locality in which he was born, to which the Ayrs.h.i.+re Ploughman had left a legacy of immortal song, succeeded by Allan Cunningham, and a number of distinguished followers, it was not, however, till he had be
- 168 FOOTNOTES: [2] Composed on board the steams.h.i.+p Niagara, on her voyage to New York, in August 1849.AULD PETER MACGOWAN.AIR--_'The Brisk Young Lad.'_ Auld Peter MacGowan cam down the craft, An' rubbit his han's an' fidged an
- 169 Then when the toils of the day are all over, Gathered, delighted, set round in a ring-- Youth, with its mirthfulness--age, with its cheerfulness, Brimful of happiness, cheerily sing, "Bright may our spirits be-- Happy and ever free.Blest are the joys
- 170 TOGETHER.Together, dearest, we have play'd, As girl and boy together; Through storm and calm, in sun and shade, In spring and wintry weather.Oh! every pang that stinging came But made our love the dearer; If danger lower'd--'twas all the sa
- 171 'Twas for her, the Maid of Islay, Time flew o'er me wing'd with joy; 'Twas for her, the cheering smile aye Beam'd with rapture in my eye.Not the tempest raving round me, Lightning's flash or thunder's roll; Not the ocean
- 172 GEORGE WILSON.George Wilson was born on the 20th June 1784, in the parish of Libberton, and county of Lanark. Deprived of both his parents early in life, he was brought to the house of his paternal uncle, who rented a sheep-farm in the vicinity of Peebles
- 173 THE MONTH OF JUNE.O June, ye spring the loveliest flowers That a' our seasons yield; Ye deck sae flush the greenwood bowers, The garden, and the field; The pathway verge by hedge and tree, So fresh, so green, and gay, Where every lovely blue flower&#
- 174 OH, MY LOVE'S BONNIE.Oh! my love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie; Oh! my love's bonnie and dear to me; The smile o' her face, and her e'e's witchin' grace, Are mair than the wealth o' this warld can gie.Her voice is as swe
- 175 Oh, dear to our hearts Is the hand that first fed us, And dear is the land And the cottage that bred us.And dear are the comrades With whom we once sported, And dearer the maiden Whose love we first courted.Joy's image may perish, E'en grief die
- 176 WILLIAM THOMSON.William Thomson was born in 1797, in the village of Kennoway, Fifes.h.i.+re.He has constantly resided in his native place. After obtaining an ordinary education at the parish school, he engaged in the business of a manufacturer. Relinquis.
- 177 Here's to the sodger who bled, And the sailor who bravely did fa'; Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled On the wings of the year that's awa'.Their fame is alive, &c.Here's to the friends we can trust When the storms
- 178 FOOTNOTES: [10] Here printed for the first time.ARCHIBALD MACKAY.Archibald Mackay was born at Kilmarnock in 1801. Receiving a common school education, he was apprenticed to a handloom weaver. Abandoning the loom, he subsequently acquired a knowledge of bo
- 179 Fareweel to ilk strath an' the lav'rock's sweet sang-- For trifles grow dear whan we 've kenn'd them sae lang; Round the wanderer's heart a bright halo they shed, A dream o' the past, when a' other's hae fled.T
- 180 AIR--_"Fye, gae rub her owre wi' strae."_ As suns.h.i.+ne to the flowers in May, As wild flowers to the hinny bee, As fragrant scent o' new mown hay, So my true love is sweet to me.As costly jewels to the bride, As beauty to the brideg
- 181 MY SOUL IS EVER WITH THEE.My soul is ever with thee, My thoughts are ever with thee, As the flower to the sun, as the lamb to the lea, So turns my fond spirit to thee.'Mid the cares of the lingering day, When troubles around me be, Fond Fancy for aye
- 182 THE MISSIONARY.He left his native land, and, far away Across the waters sought a world unknown, Though well he knew that he in vain might stray In search of one so lovely as his own.He left his home, around whose humble hearth His parents, kindred, all he
- 183 THE BOWER O' CLYDE.On fair Clydeside thair wonnit ane dame, Ane dame of wondrous courtesie, An' bonny was the kindly flame That stremit frae her saft blue e'e.Her saft blue e'e, 'mid the hinney dew, That melt.i.t to its tender lic
- 184 Oh, dule on the poort.i.th o' this countrie, And dule on the wars o' the High Germanie, And dule on the love that forgetfu' can be, For they 've wreck'd the bravest heart in this hale countrie.THE LADYE THAT I LOVE.Were I a dought
- 185 Mart of the ties of blood, Mart of the souls of men!O Christ! to see thy Brotherhood Bought to be sold again, Front of h.e.l.l, to trade therein.Genius face the giant sin; Shafts of thought, truth-headed clear, Temper'd all in Pity's tear, Every
- 186 THE BONNIE REDESDALE La.s.sIE.The breath o' spring is gratefu', As mild it sweeps alang, Awakening bud an' blossom The broomy braes amang, And wafting notes o' gladness Frae ilka bower and tree; Yet the bonnie Redesdale la.s.sie Is swe
- 187 Oh! dinna cross the burn, Willie, Dinna cross the burn, For big 's the spate, and loud it roars; Oh, dinna cross the burn.Your folks a' ken you 're here the nicht, And sair they wad you blame; Sae bide wi' me till mornin' licht--
- 188 My coward heart wi' happiness, Wi' bliss is brimin' fu'; But, oh! its fu'ness mars my tongue, I haena power to woo.I prize your smile, as husbandman The summer's opening bloom, And could you frown, I dread it mair, Than he th
- 189 OH, SOFTLY SIGHS THE WESTLIN' BREEZE.Oh, softly sighs the westlin' breeze Through floweries pearl'd wi' dew; An' brightly lemes the gowden sky, That skirts the mountain blue.An' sweet the birken trees amang, Swells many a bli
- 190 THE PLOUGHMAN.Blithe be the mind of the ploughman, Unruffled by pa.s.sion or guile; And fair be the face of the woman Who blesses his love with a smile.His clothing, though russet and homely, With royalty's robe may compare; His cottage, though simpl
- 191 WILLIAM M. HETHERINGTON, D.D., LL.D.An accomplished theologian and historical writer, William Hetherington was born on the Galloway side of the valley of the Nith, about the year 1805. With an average education at the parish school, he entered the Univers
- 192 THE PRIDE O' THE GLEN.Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley, And fair is the cherry that grows on the tree; The primrose smiles sweet as it welcomes the simmer, And modest 's the wee gowan's love-talking e'e; Mair dear
- 193 Sae lest 'mid fortune's suns.h.i.+ne we should feel ower proud an' hie, An' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poort.i.th's e'e, Some wee dark cluds o' sorrow come, we ken na whence or hoo, But ilka blade o'
- 194 Thy thoughts are sae haly and pure, la.s.sie, Thy heart is sae kind and sae free; My bosom is flooded wi' suns.h.i.+ne an' joy, Wi' ilka blithe blink o' thine e'e.THE MAIR THAT YE WORK, AYE THE MAIR WILL YE WIN.Be eident, be eiden
- 195 THE MERRY BOWLING-GREEN.AIR--_"Castles in the Air."_ The gloomy days are gone With the blasts o' winter keen; The flowers are blooming fair, And the trees are budding green; The lark is in the sky, With his music ringing loud, Raining notes
- 196 On the publication, in 1849, of another volume, ent.i.tled, "Sketches from Nature, and other Poems," the critic wrote to the poet in these words, "I can remember when the appearance of such a work would have produced a great sensation, and
- 197 When e'enin's gowden curtains hing O'er moor and mountain gray, Methinks I hear the blue-bells ring A dirge to deein' day; But when the licht o' mornin' wakes The young dew-drooket flowers, I hear amid their merry peals, The
- 198 Jane Cross Bell, better known by her a.s.sumed name of "Gertrude," is the daughter of the late James Bell, Esq., Advocate, and was born in Glasgow. Her first effusions, written in early youth, were published in the _Greenock Advertiser_, while h
- 199 'Tis the land of deep shadow, of suns.h.i.+ne, and shower, Where the hurricane revels in madness on high; For there it has might that can war with its power, In the wild dizzy cliffs that are cleaving the sky.I have trod merry England, and dwelt on i
- 200 Thy steep winding pa.s.ses, where warriors have trod, Which minstrels of yore often made their abode-- Where Ossian and Fingal rehea.r.s.ed runic tales, That echo'd aloft o'er the furze cover'd dales.How lucent each lake, and how lovely eac