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Side 26 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
Side 230 - Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail ! Soothe to rest the furrowed seas, Before my love, sweet western gale ! " Thus, all to soothe the chieftain's woe, Far from the maid he loved so dear, The song arose so soft and slow, He seemed her parting sigh to hear.
Side 125 - Smiling in virgin innocence serene, Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green. The lark, with sparkling eye and rustling wing, Rejoins his widow'd mate in early spring, And, as he prunes his plumes of russet hue, Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true.
Side 82 - I did mine errand as faithfully as one of Homer's messengers, and had for answer — ' Tell Leyden that I detest him, but I know the value of his critical approbation.
Side 205 - Now shall thine ain hand wale the tree, For all thy mirth and meikle pride ; And May shall choose, if my love she refuse, A scrog bush thee beside." They carried him to the good greenwood, Where the green pines grew in a row ; And they heard the cry, from the branches high, Of the hungry carrion crow. They carried him on from tree to tree, The spiry boughs below...
Side 229 - Unwarp, unwind his oozy coils, Sea-green sisters of the main, And, in the gulf, where ocean boils, The unwieldy wallowing monster chain. " Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail ! Soothe to rest the furrow'd seas, Before my love, sweet western gale!
Side 148 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light,' And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Side 287 - Slave of the mine, thy yellow light Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear. A gentle vision comes by night My lonely widowed heart to cheer : Her eyes are dim with many a tear, That once were guiding stars to mine : Her fond heart throbs with many a...
Side 236 - O sad the mermaid's gay notes fell, And sadly sink remote at sea ! So sadly mourns the writhed shell Of Jura's shore, its parent sea. And ever as the year returns, The charm-bound sailors know the day ; For sadly still the mermaid mourns The lovely Chief of Colonsay.