The Roua Pass: Or, Englishmen in the Highlands

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Smith, Elder, 1857

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Page 205 - Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
Page 24 - But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow.
Page 169 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo ! Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun ! or who could find, Whilst fly, and leaf, and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind 1 Why do we then shun death with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life ? State the argument, shortly and clearly, in prose.
Page 121 - The lamb from the breckan, and doe from the glen : The salt sea we'll harry, and bring to our Charlie, The cream from the bothy, and 'curd from the pen.
Page 241 - O ye maun pu' the green heather, And mak a bed to me." — O pu'd has he the heather green, And made to her a bed ; And up he has ta'en his gay mantle, And o'er it he has spread. " Now swear, now swear, ye King Henrie, To take me for your bride !" — " O God forbid," King Henrie said, " That e'er the like betide ! That e'er the fiend that wons in hell Should streak down by my side.
Page 261 - Kilmeny came hame. And O, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her e'e ! Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there ; And the soft desire of maiden's een In that mild face could never be seen.
Page 1 - It's no in makin muckle mair ; It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest ; If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or wrang.
Page 87 - For I fear that you are slain!' "Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak, That shines in the water sae plain.' O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they cam to his mother's ha' door, And there they lighted down. 'Get up, get up, lady mother...
Page 165 - IT was a lovely still night, the moon shining in harvest brightness, and the pure cool air was a delightful change from the heated atmosphere of the barn, where the odours of peat smoke from homely garments, and the fumes of hot toddy were now becoming perceptible. The moonlight was brightening with its mellow radiance the grand scenery around, rocki and trees casting dark shadows that made the light more brilliant.
Page 262 - And keeped afar frae the haunts of men ; Her holy hymns unheard to sing, To suck the flowers, and drink the spring But wherever her peaceful form appeared, The wild beasts...

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