#ScottishWriters
‘Where shall I hide myself?- Lost and undone!- A beggar—an outcast— Insulting the Sun! Oh! Yesterday vanished!
O! sadly, ye dark rolling waves of… O! sadly ye beat on this desolate… And wake, with the voice of your r… Sad thoughts of the home 1 must vi… From the far distant land which ha…
A little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn; He walled it in and hung with care
At sunset a maid was roaming Alone by the banks of Rhine, Whose stream to the dark sea foami… Was bright in the red sunshine: And she wept in bitter sorrow,
A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…
If thy bosom undaunted ne’er quail… Or feared to stand forth for the r… If thy doors were ne’er shut on th… Thy heart never false to its pligh… To thee we will drink, as a king a…
O! why should we bewail the dead, Why sorrow o’er their narrow bed? Have they not sought the happy sho… Where human cares oppress no more? Bewail them not!-more blest than w…
He carved his name upon the tree, Ere he hied him o’er the billow, A token of love and memory On that lone drooping willow; And bade me come at twilight dim,
Light is love without esteem. Lighter than a feather, But ours has borne Contempt and scorn, And sorrow’s wintry weather!
The eagle hath stooped from his ey… Weep, daughter of Salem, the spoi… Weep, weep and lament, for he come… And the vengeance of God is the g… I see his fierce horsemen prepare…
She said she’d come at evening’s f… By yon streamlet gently rolling, When darkness dim was spread o’er… And the vesper bell was tolling; But long that bell hath ceased its…
When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league
OLD Tubal Cain was a man of migh… In the days when earth was young: By the fierce red light of his fur… The strokes of his hammer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand
‘Where is the place of their first… ’Where, oh where, is that green ba… ‘Under whose cover ’The maid and her lover ‘Plighted their troth and their co…
Tis sweet to roam alone In some sequestered wood, When slumbering Echo hears no sou… When Night and Silence spread aro… A holy solitude;