#ScottishWriters
Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,
Far away! O far away, Over the wide sea’s bounding spray… Many a league o’er the pelting foa… We seek a country, we seek a home! Farewell, England! our native lan…
When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,
O! Father, hear! Thou know’st my secret thought, Thou know’st with love and fear I bend before Thy mighty throne, And before Thee I hold myself as…
She said she’d come at evening’s f… By yon streamlet gently rolling, When darkness dim was spread o’er… And the vesper bell was tolling; But long that bell hath ceased its…
Star! that sendest the bird To her dew-besprinkled nest, That sendest the hind to his cotta… And givest the weary rest! Star! O gentle star!
A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…
‘Where shall I hide myself?- Lost and undone!- A beggar—an outcast— Insulting the Sun! Oh! Yesterday vanished!
Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh… Freedom, though crushed, shall nev… Though for awhile her noble head Be trampled by the Cossack’s trea… Though the proud Russian lay her…
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,
BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour… The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she… Its nightly vigil keeps;
’Tis sweet, in the shade of the lo… In the dewy morning time, To hear the song of the joyous lar… Or the distant village chime; Or to sit and think,
‘Lorenzo pines in dungeon gloom, ’In chains my gallant lover lies, ‘A tyrant has pronounced his doom, ’To-morrow he is free-or dies! ‘O Love! if thou hast power below…
Come, soul-inspiring Mirth, I’ll twine a wreath for thee, With flowers of spring-time birth, Born amid Nature’s glee: Born when the cuckoo sung
O! for the shade of the sycamore, That spreadeth its boughs at my co… O! for the kiss of my bonnie bride… And the welcome glow of her warm f… And O! for the smile of my bonnie…