Excursions Through the Highlands and Isles of Scotland in 1835 and 1836

Simpkin, Marshall, 1837 - 310 páginas

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Página 151 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of worth ; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Página 139 - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, ' No storied urn nor animated bust ;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
Página 237 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 137 - He is not afraid !" Knox promptly replied, " Why should the pleasing face of a gentlewoman affright me ? I have looked in the faces of many angry men, and yet have not been affrighted above measure.
Página 135 - Ferguson, whose irregularities sometimes led him into unpleasant rencontres with these military conservators of public order, and who mentions them so often that he may be termed their poet...
Página 149 - The marches o' their ain estate. The Arno and the Tiber lang Hae run fell clear in Roman sang ; But, save the reverence of schools ! They're baith but lifeless dowie pools. Dought they compare wi' bonny Tweed, As clear as ony lammer-bead ? Or, are their shores mair sweet and gay Than Fortha's haughs, or banks o...
Página 132 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Página xxi - O Nature ! a' thy shows an' forms To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the summer kindly warms, Wi' life an' light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The lang, dark night ! The muse, nae poet ever fand her, Till by himsel' he learn'd to wander, Adown some trotting burn's meander, An' no think lang ; O sweet to stray an...
Página 217 - As for some dear familiar strain Untired we ask, and ask again, Ever, in its melodious store, Finding a spell unheard before...
Página 24 - ... the Orkneys. The greatest curiosities in this island are horns of the elk and bison of prodigious size, said to have been found in the soil. The pith of one of the latter, though much shrivelled, is twelve inches in circumference at the root. Tradition says, that the island was once a deer forest ; and that some of Fingal's huntings took place here. The inhabitants point out Sha-nan-ban Fioun, " the hill of the Fingalian fair ladies.

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