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Side 158 - I cannot bear to see thee shine. for thee, for thee, vile yellow slave...
Side xxxiv - 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 ; Quenched 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 157 - SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine ! What vanity has brought thee here? How can I love to see thee shine So bright, whom I have bought so dear?
Side 113 - 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 58 - Bosomed in woods where mighty rivers run, Kelso's fair vale expands before the sun : Its rising downs in vernal beauty swell, And, fringed with hazel, winds each flowery dell ; Green spangled plains to dimpling lawns succeed, And Tempe* rises on the banks of Tweed ; Blue o'er the river Kelso's shadow lies, And copse-clad isles amid the waters rise...
Side 157 - Slave of the mine ! thy yellow light Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear. — A gentle vision comes by night My lonely widow'd 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 fear! I cannot bear to see thee shine.
Side 114 - Roused by that voice of silver sound, From the paved floor he lightly sprung, And glancing wild his eyes around Where the fair nymph her tresses wrung, No form he saw of mortal mould ; It shone like ocean's snowy foam ; Her ringlets waved in living gold, Her mirror crystal, pearl her comb.
Side 27 - 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 119 - Colonsay. 0 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.