The modern Scottish minstrel; or, The songs of Scotland of the past half century, with memoirs of the poets, and specimens in English verse of modern Gaelic bards, by C. Rogers, Volume 3Charles Rogers 1856 |
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Pagina xvii
... bright foam spring heavenward ! ' Up ! ' TO THE GOOD SPIRIT — this glass TO HIM ! Chorus . " Praised by the ever - whirling ring Of stars and tuneful seraphim- TO THE GOOD SPIRIT - the Father - king In heaven ! -this glass to Him ...
... bright foam spring heavenward ! ' Up ! ' TO THE GOOD SPIRIT — this glass TO HIM ! Chorus . " Praised by the ever - whirling ring Of stars and tuneful seraphim- TO THE GOOD SPIRIT - the Father - king In heaven ! -this glass to Him ...
Pagina 19
... bright and far , And lights me to the flood - torn scaur , To meet my young Eliza . There is the smile to please , where truth And soft persuasion fills her mouth , While warm with all the fire of youth , She clasps me , young Eliza ...
... bright and far , And lights me to the flood - torn scaur , To meet my young Eliza . There is the smile to please , where truth And soft persuasion fills her mouth , While warm with all the fire of youth , She clasps me , young Eliza ...
Pagina 32
... bright did shine , Than the most clear unclouded ether ; A fairer form did ne'er adorn A brighter scene than blooming heather . O'er the muir amang the heather , O'er the muir amang the heather ; There's ne'er a lass in Scotia's isle ...
... bright did shine , Than the most clear unclouded ether ; A fairer form did ne'er adorn A brighter scene than blooming heather . O'er the muir amang the heather , O'er the muir amang the heather ; There's ne'er a lass in Scotia's isle ...
Pagina 59
... 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 dew , And hush'd is e'en the bee's soft hum , Then come with me , sweet Mary ...
... 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 dew , And hush'd is e'en the bee's soft hum , Then come with me , sweet Mary ...
Pagina 73
... bright wi ' joy . How calm the eve , how blest the hour ! How soft the silvan scene ! How fit to meet thee , lovely flower , Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! Now let us wander through the broom , And o'er the flowery lea ; While simmer wafts her ...
... bright wi ' joy . How calm the eve , how blest the hour ! How soft the silvan scene ! How fit to meet thee , lovely flower , Sweet Bet of Aberdeen ! Now let us wander through the broom , And o'er the flowery lea ; While simmer wafts her ...
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