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 viii
... kind of superior being an interpreter between gods and men ; and , supposed to be under the special protection of Divinity , he was highly honoured and reve- renced wherever he went . The Scotch bard , on the other hand , is a poor ...
... kind of superior being an interpreter between gods and men ; and , supposed to be under the special protection of Divinity , he was highly honoured and reve- renced wherever he went . The Scotch bard , on the other hand , is a poor ...
Pagina xvi
... kind , and doubtless would have regarded as impious the tracing of any but the most spiritual pleasures to God . The words , for instance , which Allan Cunningham puts into the mouth of a Covenanter , " I hae sworn by my God , my Jeanie ...
... kind , and doubtless would have regarded as impious the tracing of any but the most spiritual pleasures to God . The words , for instance , which Allan Cunningham puts into the mouth of a Covenanter , " I hae sworn by my God , my Jeanie ...
Pagina xxiv
... kind . A Scottish boy wantonly mars a beautiful object for mere fun . There is not a * Campbell has translated this fragment , but he has not retained the simplicity of the original . monument set up , not a fine building or ornament ...
... kind . A Scottish boy wantonly mars a beautiful object for mere fun . There is not a * Campbell has translated this fragment , but he has not retained the simplicity of the original . monument set up , not a fine building or ornament ...
Pagina 11
... her e'e . I took but ane o ' her comely cheek ; " For pity's sake , kind sir , be still ! My heart is fu ' o ' ither love , " Quo ' the lovely lass of Preston Mill . She stretch'd to heaven her twa white hands , And ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . 11.
... her e'e . I took but ane o ' her comely cheek ; " For pity's sake , kind sir , be still ! My heart is fu ' o ' ither love , " Quo ' the lovely lass of Preston Mill . She stretch'd to heaven her twa white hands , And ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . 11.
Pagina 12
... kind , As ever shone on vale or hill ; But there's a light puts them a ' out , The lovely lass of Preston Mill . GANE WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD . GANE were but the winter cauld , And gane were but the snaw , I could sleep in the wild ...
... kind , As ever shone on vale or hill ; But there's a light puts them a ' out , The lovely lass of Preston Mill . GANE WERE BUT THE WINTER CAULD . GANE were but the winter cauld , And gane were but the snaw , I could sleep in the wild ...
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Aberfoyle afterwards ain countrie ain fireside Allan Cunningham amang the heather bard battle of Vittoria beauty became Behave yoursel Blackwood's Magazine blest bonnie Peggy born bosom braes bright Captain Paton Casa Wappy cauld cheek dark dear death died dream Dumfries duodecimo early Edinburgh fair Farewell father flowers frae friends Gallowa gane Glasgow glen Greek green Greenock hame heart heaven heigh-ho hour Jeanie Kintore land lass lassie literary Lockhart look'd luve Magazine Mary midnight wind morn mountain muir amang nane native ne'er never O'er the muir owre parish poems poet poetical poetry Preston Mill published sang scene Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish songs sigh sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile sorrow soul sweet tears thee There's thine thou Twas University of Glasgow verses volume weel wild WILLIAM THOM yon burn side young
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