Відгуки відвідувачів - Написати рецензію
Не знайдено жодних рецензій.
Інші видання - Показати все
auld banks beautiful believe better bonnie born brother Canongate Castle century close comes crown daur early Edinburgh England Europe expression fair feeling field flowers friends genius grave hand heart Highland hills honour hour humanity humble hundred idea Italy King knew known land language liberty light lines living Lodge look Lord man's Mary memory mind monument morning mountains natural never night once pass past person picture poem poet Poet-Laureate poetic poetry poor remember Robert Burns Robin Hood romance round Scotland Scots Scott Scottish side song speak stand stars stood story stream sweet tell thing thou thought tion to-day told took touched true truth turn universal walls Walter write written wrote
Сторінка 22 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Сторінка 59 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Сторінка 95 - Wallace's undaunted heart ; Who dar'd to, nobly, stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God, peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert, But still the patriot, and the patriot -bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.
Сторінка 165 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Сторінка 23 - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God'; And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?
Сторінка 52 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
Сторінка 10 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Сторінка 20 - And each for other's weelfare kindly spiers: The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet: Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears; The parents partial eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view; The mother, wi...
Сторінка 34 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...