Poems, Songs and Ballads

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W. Blackwood, 1869 - 307 páginas

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Página 203 - struck a chill on each mind; Ere the last word was spoke, Joe had cause to rejoice, For " Hold !— hold ! " cried a voice from behind. Then wild, was the joy of them all, man and boy, As a horseman cried, " Mercy ! Forbear ! " With a thrilling " Hurrah ! a free pardon ! huzzah ! " And the muskets rung loud in the air.
Página 71 - In notes baith sweet an' mony ; For Lilly Lorn was young an' fair, An' Lilly Lorn was bonnie ! THE LAST O
Página 201 - Nought could she reveal, but a man true as steel, That oft for his country had bled; And the glance of his eye might the grim king defy, For despair, fear, and trembling had fled. But in rage he had struck a well-merited blow At a tyrant who held him in scorn ; And his fate soon was sealed, for alas!
Página 201 - mid the darknesSi the moon's silver light On his countenance dreamily fell. Nought could she reveal, but a man true as steel, That oft for his country had bled; And the glance of his eye might the grim king defy, For despair, fear, and trembling had fled. But in rage he had struck a well-merited blow At a tyrant who held him in scorn ; And his fate soon was sealed, for alas! honest Joe Was to die on the following morn. Oh ! sad was the thought to a man that had fought 'Mid the ranks of the gallant...
Página 292 - Poems, Songs, and Ballads. By James Smith. Third Edition. 5s. "The collection is certainly a rich and remarkable one, containing many specimens of finely pathetic and descriptive verse, imbued with the true spirit of poetry and song."— Scotsman. " A most meritorious and enjoyable volume.
Página 48 - For the hawk's awa' wi' thy ain true luve, An' he'll sing thee a sans; nae mair ! Fu' wae was his fate on yon auld aik tree, That aft wi' his warblin' rang ! Noo speir nae mair, wee shiverin' bird, Why tarries thy luve sae lang ! " The Untwhite flew frae her mossy nest, For she couldna thole the sting ; An...
Página 203 - Right onward they marched to the dread field of doom : Sternly silent, they covered the ground ; Then they formed into line amid sadness and gloom, While the prisoner looked calmly around. Then soft on the air rose the accents of prayer, And faint tolled the solemn...
Página 23 - An' lauchin' to the soo! Noo she sees my angry e'e, An' aff she's like a hare! Lassie, when I get ye, I'll scud ye till I'm sair! Wee Joukydaidles — Noo she's breakin' dishes — Noo she's soakit i' the burn, Catchin' little fishes; Noo she's i' the barnyard, Playin' wi' the fouls — Feedin' them wi' butter-bakes, Snaps, an

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