The Roua Pass; Or, Englishmen in the HighlandsSmith, Elder, 1857 |
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Pàgina 341 - I'll make a garland of thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, 'Haste, and come to me!
Pàgina 110 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Pàgina 110 - Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Pàgina 111 - ... Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
Pàgina 341 - As any one that thou shalt find, Of high or low degree. The shallowest water makes maist din, The deadest pool, the deepest linn ; The richest man least truth within, Though he preferred be. Yet, nevertheless, I am content, And never a whit my love repent, But think the time was a' weel spent, Though I disdained be.
Pàgina 342 - I'll make a garland o' thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I dee. I wish my grave were growing green, A winding sheet drawn o'er my een, And I in her white arms lying, On fair Kirkconnel Lee." When he came up to the base of the hill, a sudden impulse seemed to cross him : he stopped, turned, and retraced his steps to the road. Then, going by the bridge, he walked to the garden bank ere approaching the house, and when he came in sight of Esme's spring, trickling at the foot of...
Pàgina 302 - I watched his body night and day; No living creature came that way. I took his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; I digged a grave, and laid him in, And happed him with the sod sae green. But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul
Pàgina 242 - An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin, To your black pit ; But, faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin, An' cheat you yet. But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — Still hae a stake — I'm wae to think upo...
Pàgina 268 - tis she who speaks: I do enjoy, yet, sound untainted sense: Each faculty does, with a peaceful harmony', retain Its proper organ; yet she did rehearse, She must no longer love me. Oh ! that word Transforms the soul of quiet into rage, Above distracted madness. Madam ! tell me — What place is this? for you have led me Into a subtle labyrinth, where I never Shall have fruition of my former freedom...
Pàgina 310 - The hall-door creaked slowly upon its hinges; a step was heard slowly and firmly ascending the stairs: she heard breathing outside the door, and knew the lock would turn. Her eye dilated, and the throbbing of her heart became intense, as, in breathless silence, she lay expectant. The night grew gloomier; thick clouds obscured the moonlight; but she could distinguish a shadow falling from the opening door, and advancing almost in the centre of the room: an awful, indefinable shadow. It fell upon her...