Idyls and Legends of InverburnA. Strahan, 1866 - 214 pàgines |
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Andrew awoke from sleep beauteous beneath bonnie breath Bright Eyes cheek child chime clever Clishmaclaver Clootie clouds cold cottage crept cried dark Donald Edinglass eyes face father fell fire flowers garden gaze gleam gloaming Gnome gold golden grew grey hair of gold Hairst hand heard heart Hugh ingleside Jessie John kirk kiss knee knew lassie laugh'd lay asleep light lilies lips look look'd Maggie Maggie Bell Maggie's Matthew Matthew Bell mist Mistress Bell moaning mother Mucklewraith murmur ne'er neath night o'er pale pansies pass'd reapers rhyme ROBERT BUCHANAN Robin Anderson rose round seem'd shadow shame silence silver sing smiled snow softly sound spake Summer Moon sunshine Sutherland sweet tears thee things thought thro tiny trembling turn'd twas vex'd walk'd watch wean Weardale Weardale-head weary wept whisky Widow Mysie wife Willie wind yellow hair yonder
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Pàgina 130 - And as I named the Blessed Name, as in our need we can, The ugly green, green Gnome became a tall and comely man ! His hands were white, his beard was gold, his eyes were black as sloes, His tunic was of scarlet woof, and silken were his hose ; A pensive light from Faeryland still...
Pàgina 156 - And drew the curtains around about ; Then into the dark, dark room I hied Where he lay awake at the woman's side, And though the chamber was black as night, He saw my face, for it was so white ; I gazed in his eyes, and he shriek'd in pain, And I knew he would never sleep again, And back to my grave went silently, And soon my baby was brought to me ; My son and daughter beside me rest, My little baby is on my breast ; Our bed is warm and our grave is deep, But he cannot sleep, he cannot sleep ! THE...
Pàgina 129 - ... dew; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, till they seemed to...
Pàgina 5 - Willie,' coo'd the wean, Up-peeping slyly, scraping with his feet. I put my hand upon his yellow hair, And cheer'd him kindly. Then I bade him lift The small black bell that stands behind the door And ring the shouting laddies from their play.
Pàgina 13 - I could not speak at all. Yet every question made me think of things Forgotten, puzzled so, and when I strove To reason puzzled me so much the more, That, flinging logic to the winds, I went Straight onward to the mark in Willie's way, Took most for granted, laid down premises Of Faith, imagined, gave my wit the reins, And oft on nights at e'en, to my surprise, Felt palpably an angel's glowing face Glimmering down upon me, while mine eyes Dimm'd their old orbs with tears that came unbid To bear the...
Pàgina 173 - ... cause, it ceases, it comes and goes ; And David ever was the same, wayward, and wild, and bold— For wilful lad will have his way, and the wind no hand can hold ; But ah ! the wind, the changeful wind, was more in the blame than he ; The wind, wife ; the wind, wife ; that blew him out to sea...
Pàgina 153 - As we lay asleep, as we lay asleep, My May and I, in our grave so deep, As we lay asleep in the midnight mirk, Under the shade of Our Lady's kirk, I waken'd up in the dead of night, Though May my daughter lay warm and white, And I heard the cry of a little one, And I knew...
Pàgina 12 - I answer'd, how explain'd these themes I know not. Oft I could not speak at all. Yet every question made me think of things Forgotten, puzzled so, and when I strove To reason puzzled me so much the more, That, flinging logic to the winds, I went Straight onward to the mark in Willie's way, Took most for granted, laid down premises Of Faith, imagined, gave my wit the reins,. And...
Pàgina 17 - Swept round and round in spindrift on the earth, And birm'd the deathly drift aloft with "moans, Till all was swooning darkness. Far above A voice was shrieking, like a human cry. I closed the door, and turn'd me to the fire, With something on my heart — a load — a sense Of an impending pain. Down the broad lum Came melting flakes, that hiss'd upon the coal ; Under my eyelids blew the blinding smoke ; And for a time I sat like one bewitch'd, Still as a stone. The lonely room grew dark, The flickering...
Pàgina 23 - And, ah ! what Solomon of modern days Can answer that ? Yet here at nights I sit, Reading the Book, with Donald at my side ; And, stooping with the Book upon my knee, I sometimes gaze in Donald's patient eyes — So sad, so human, though he cannot speak — And think he knows that Willie is at peace Far, far away beyond the norland hills, Beyond the silence of the untrodden snow.