The Token: A Gift for All SeasonsD. Appleton, 1856 - 288 pàgines |
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Pàgina 36 - Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die...
Pàgina 36 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Pàgina 36 - Now's the day, and now's the hour : See the front of battle lower : See approach proud Edward's power — Chains and slavery.
Pàgina 102 - I'm come hame to marry thee. 0 sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say; We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away; 1 wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee; And why was I born to say, Wae's me! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be, For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.
Pàgina 160 - Nearer we hail Thy sunny slope, ARCETRI, sung of Old For its green wine ; dearer to me, to most, As dwelt on by that great Astronomer, Seven years a prisoner at the city-gate, Let in but in his grave-clothes. Sacred be His villa (justly was it called The Gem !) Sacred the lawn, where many a cypress threw Its length of shadow, while he watched the stars!
Pàgina 101 - When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he — Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.
Pàgina 98 - The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride ; But saving a...
Pàgina 101 - Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me ! My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack...
Pàgina 101 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin ; I toiled day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintained them baith, and wi...
Pàgina 160 - That mountain-ridge a sea-mark to the ships Sailing on either sea. Downward he runs, Scattering fresh verdure through the desolate wild, Down by the City of Hermits...