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 1Charles Rogers 1855 |
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
The Modern Scottish Minstrel; Or, the Songs of Scotland of the Past Half ... Charles Rogers Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
The Modern Scottish Minstrel; Or, the Songs of Scotland of the Past Half ... Charles Rogers Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
The Modern Scottish Minstrel; Or, the Songs of Scotland of the Past Half ... Charles Rogers Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Allen-a-Dale Auchtertool auld Auld Robin Gray baith ballad bard beautiful blaw blooms braes braw caller herrin canna Carolina Oliphant cauld cheer Cockpen composed composition dear death Dinna e'en e'er Edinburgh fair father frae Gaelic gane gang gi'e gin my wife Gowrie Gray gude hame heart Heaven HECTOR MACNEILL Highland Highland laddie hooly and fairly hundred pipers Jamie Joanna Baillie John Anderson John Tod Johnnie kind dearie laddie Lady Nairn Laird land lass lassie leal leave thee literary lo'ed Lord maid married maun minstrelsy mother nae mair naething ne'er never night o'er poem poet poetical poetry published Robin Saw ye Scotland Sir Walter Scott smile song sorrow stanzas sweet tear tell There's thine thou tune verses volume weary weel whan wife wad wooing young
Populaire passages
Pagina 3 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 299 - ... no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
Pagina 290 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 291 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 290 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Pagina 295 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Pagina 304 - WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting spear Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
Pagina 305 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Pagina 301 - Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hill, My hall...
Pagina 291 - The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar: "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And...