#Scots
Come, gentle phantasie, Come to my lone retreat, Beside the rolling sea, Where the playful billows beat; Come at still twilight’s time,
When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league
Dense on the stream the vapours la… Thick as wool on the cold highway; Spongy and dim, each lonely lamp Shone o’er the streets so dull and… The moonbeam could not pierce the…
When my soul flies to the first gr… Friends of the bard! let my dwelli… By the green bank of that rippling… Under the shade of yon tall beech… Bury me there, ye lovers of song,
Light is love without esteem. Lighter than a feather, But ours has borne Contempt and scorn, And sorrow’s wintry weather!
I’m poor and quite unknown, I have neither fame nor rank; My labour is all I own, I have no gold at the bank; I’m one of the common crowd,
When Morning sheds her ruddy ligh… O’er heath and dusky dell, Away we go to the mountain’s heigh… To chase the swift gazelle; To chase afar the savage wolf,
Far from bustle, strife, and care, ‘Mong the woods I’ve wooed her. And to her secluded nook, By the margin of a brook, And by waters bright and blue,
Wail! Wail! For a sub hath set. Which no returning morrow Shall ever call From the darksome pall,
SHEPHERD, thou say’st there is… Which rules our changeful destinie… Can mortal vision soar so far, Or pierce such mighty mysteries? Shepherd, ’tis said thy mind recal…
Hast thou forgotten her to whom You vowed such vows of truth, She who was dearest to thy heart In days of hope and youth? Dost thou forget the parting praye…
Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning
BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour… The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she… Its nightly vigil keeps;
Earth heard the loud, the solemn s… And started from her utmost bound, And Darkness, on his ebon car, Spread his black wings, and fled a… The dun clouds opened with affrigh…
Didst ever see a hanging?'-'No, n… Nor ever wish to see such scandal… But once I saw a wretch condemn’d… A lean-faced, bright-eyed youth, w… At the recital of a dream he had.