#ScottishWriters
Light is love without esteem. Lighter than a feather, But ours has borne Contempt and scorn, And sorrow’s wintry weather!
SHEPHERD, thou say’st there is… Which rules our changeful destinie… Can mortal vision soar so far, Or pierce such mighty mysteries? Shepherd, ’tis said thy mind recal…
We come! We come! To soften the strokes of fate. And lead the wanderer back in drea… To his woodland cot, and his nativ… And his long-expecting mate.
O! sadly, ye dark rolling waves of… O! sadly ye beat on this desolate… And wake, with the voice of your r… Sad thoughts of the home 1 must vi… From the far distant land which ha…
The eagle hath stooped from his ey… Weep, daughter of Salem, the spoi… Weep, weep and lament, for he come… And the vengeance of God is the g… I see his fierce horsemen prepare…
Tis sad to go a-roving Through the weary world alone, For the bliss of life is loving, Ere the days of youth are flown And old age is Love’s undoing,
If thy bosom undaunted ne’er quail… Or feared to stand forth for the r… If thy doors were ne’er shut on th… Thy heart never false to its pligh… To thee we will drink, as a king a…
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,
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,
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…
Hast thou forgotten her to whom You vowed such vows of truth, She who was dearest to thy heart In days of hope and youth? Dost thou forget the parting praye…
True thoughts, your days of grief… No more shall scorn or hate impede… Born in the light, wherever the su… Shines on mankind, mankind shall h… So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed…
I’m poor and quite unknown, I have neither fame nor rank; My labour is all I own, I have no gold at the bank; I’m one of the common crowd,
When tke sentinel mastiff keepeth… And all is dark in the farmer’s ya… Ere the early cock hath begun to c… Abroad with the owl and the bat we… Thirst is mighty-hunger is strong
The merry Spring, the bright, bri… What joys she shakes from her flow… When the young bird sings from its… How happy it sleeps on its loved o… How sweet to roam at beauty’s side…