The history and poetry of the Scottish borderJ. Maclehose, 1878 - 556 من الصفحات |
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... green glens made beautiful by the Tweed , the Teviot , and the Liddel . The Tweed , besides being , for a consider- able way , the boundary - line between the two kingdoms , at least since the Middle Ages , is , looking to its course ...
... green glens made beautiful by the Tweed , the Teviot , and the Liddel . The Tweed , besides being , for a consider- able way , the boundary - line between the two kingdoms , at least since the Middle Ages , is , looking to its course ...
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... green , gave us wavy lines of hills as if arrested in water - flow , gave us , finally , the district we live in as the product of the sculpture of the unseen powers of those long gone years . The Silurian rock , of which these hills ...
... green , gave us wavy lines of hills as if arrested in water - flow , gave us , finally , the district we live in as the product of the sculpture of the unseen powers of those long gone years . The Silurian rock , of which these hills ...
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... green pastoral braes , unbroken by plough and harrow , and unadorned by masses of larch poles , each looking like a half - opened umbrella in summer , and the whole like a dull brown blanket in autumn . The heights of the 8 BORDER HISTORY.
... green pastoral braes , unbroken by plough and harrow , and unadorned by masses of larch poles , each looking like a half - opened umbrella in summer , and the whole like a dull brown blanket in autumn . The heights of the 8 BORDER HISTORY.
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... it winds round and round , amid links of soft green pasture , amid sheen of bracken and glow of heather , passes a solitary herd's house - the only symbol of human life there now breaks against a dark- AND POETRY . II.
... it winds round and round , amid links of soft green pasture , amid sheen of bracken and glow of heather , passes a solitary herd's house - the only symbol of human life there now breaks against a dark- AND POETRY . II.
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... river valleys of the Lowlands of Scotland , seems to point to a time when the rivers were streams passing through * See Jamieson and Bosworth , sub voc . inland lakes , with green islets appearing in the midst AND POETRY . 25.
... river valleys of the Lowlands of Scotland , seems to point to a time when the rivers were streams passing through * See Jamieson and Bosworth , sub voc . inland lakes , with green islets appearing in the midst AND POETRY . 25.
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Abbey Alexander Alexander III ancient Angle Anglo-Saxon Armorica Arthurian ballad bard battle Bernicia bonny Border braes Britons Bruce burgh burn Castle Celtic century Church Comyn Cumbria Cymric David death deed district doubt Douglas Dunbar Earl Earl of Carrick early Edward England English Ettrick fair fairy feeling feudal filius Forest frae Frederic Madden Gaelic Gawayn Glasgow glen green haughs heart hills Huchowne James John de Soules Kelso King kingdom Kingdom of Strathclyde Laird land Lord Lowlands Malcolm Malcolm Canmore Melrose Merlin minstrel Minstrelsy mountain nature Nennius night northern Northumbria o'er original Peebles period Picts poem poet poetry probably referred regarded Rhymour romances Saxon Scandinavian scene scenery Scotland Scots Scott Scottish shepherd Sir Simon Fraser Sir Tristrem Skene song spirit stanza Strathclyde stream Teviot Thomas of Erceldoune tower tradition Traquair Tweed Tweeddale Tweedside Urien valley Welsh wild wood Yarrow
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الصفحة 403 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
الصفحة 464 - It was a barren scene, and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled; But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honey-suckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall.
الصفحة 489 - And pastoral melancholy. That region left, the vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature, With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature; And, rising from those lofty groves, Behold a Ruin hoary ! The shattered front of Newark's Towers, Renowned in Border story.
الصفحة 486 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it?
الصفحة 446 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and' brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quenched is his lamp of varied lore That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
الصفحة 488 - Mild dawn of promise ! that excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection. , Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding ? His bed perchance was yon smooth mound On which the herd is feeding: And haply from this crystal pool, Now peaceful as the morning, The Water-wraith ascended thrice — And gave his doleful warning. Delicious is the Lay that sings The haunts of happy Lovers, The path that leads them to the grove, The leafy grove...
الصفحة 440 - Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream, When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream ! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow. He promised me a milk-white steed To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little page To squire me to his father's towers; He promised me a wedding-ring, — The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow; — Now he is...
الصفحة 351 - Tis time we were away.' The cock he hadna craw'd but once, And clapp'd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, ' Brother, we must awa. 'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide ; Gin we be mist out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide.
الصفحة 352 - Though thou art young and tender of age, I think thou art true to me. 'Come, tell me all that thou hast seen, And look thou tell me true! Since I from Smaylho'me tower have been, What did thy lady do?
الصفحة 324 - There came a wind out of the north, A sharp wind and a snell ; And a deep sleep came over me, And frae my horse I fell.