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... Luguid Mocatheimne , Echoid , and Tochannu brave , Grillan and the son of Branduh , Brush with thee the briny wave . " Thus spake he : Columba lifted High his hand to bless the wherry , And they 6 LAYS OF THE HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS .
... Luguid Mocatheimne , Echoid , and Tochannu brave , Grillan and the son of Branduh , Brush with thee the briny wave . " Thus spake he : Columba lifted High his hand to bless the wherry , And they 6 LAYS OF THE HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS .
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John Stuart Blackie. High his hand to bless the wherry , And they oar'd with gentle oarage From the dear - loved oaks of Derry ; Loath to leave each grassy headland , Shiny beach and pebbly bay , Thymy slope and woody covert , Where the ...
John Stuart Blackie. High his hand to bless the wherry , And they oar'd with gentle oarage From the dear - loved oaks of Derry ; Loath to leave each grassy headland , Shiny beach and pebbly bay , Thymy slope and woody covert , Where the ...
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... Blessed God , " cried now Columba , " Here , indeed , may danger be From the mighty whirl and bubble Of the cauldron of the sea ; Here it was that noble Breacan Perish'd in the gulfing wave— Here we , too , shall surely perish , If THE ...
... Blessed God , " cried now Columba , " Here , indeed , may danger be From the mighty whirl and bubble Of the cauldron of the sea ; Here it was that noble Breacan Perish'd in the gulfing wave— Here we , too , shall surely perish , If THE ...
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... bless my people , " Quoth the father , " ere I die , But the strength is slow to follow Where the wish is swift to fly ; I am old and feeble , Diarmid , Yoke the oxen , be not slow , I will go and bless my people , Ere from earth my ...
... bless my people , " Quoth the father , " ere I die , But the strength is slow to follow Where the wish is swift to fly ; I am old and feeble , Diarmid , Yoke the oxen , be not slow , I will go and bless my people , Ere from earth my ...
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... bless'd the people With the blessing of his love : " God be with you , faithful fraters , With you now , and evermore ; Keep you from the touch of evil , On your souls his Spirit pour ; God be with you , fellow - workmen , And from ...
... bless'd the people With the blessing of his love : " God be with you , faithful fraters , With you now , and evermore ; Keep you from the touch of evil , On your souls his Spirit pour ; God be with you , fellow - workmen , And from ...
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Arisaig Ballachulish beautiful BEN CRUACHAN beneath Bens billow Blaven Bonnie Strathnaver braes brave breath breezy Brendan bright broad Cameron Celt clan cloud Columba cones crag Crown 8vo Cruachan dark Diarmid doth Edendarach Etive face fair famous John Groat flood gleaming glen Glencoe GLENFINNAN grace granite grassy green Haco hath heart Highland hills holy huge Huna Huna I wandered Iona island isles King's House kings KINLOCH Kirkwall land light Loch Awe Loch Baa Loch Duich LOCH ERICHT Loch Etive LOCH RANNOCH LOCH SHIEL lone look Lord mighty mist Moidart mountain Mull Neath night Norsemen o'er Oban old grey peak praise pride proud purple roar rock round ruin Sabbath sail Scotland seeking I failed shore Skye soft song soul spake stand stone storm stout strong swelling TAYNUILT thee thine thou hast tide toil I sought torrent tourist wave wild wind wing wise wonder
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Page 118 - ... then, from the battle's roar His foster-brother stoutly bore, His foster-brother, with service true, Back to the village of Waterloo. And they laid him on the soft green sod, And he breathed his spirit there to God, But not till he heard the loud hurrah Of victory billowed from Quatre Bras, Where the Cameron men were wanted. By the road to Ghent they buried him then, This noble chief of the Cameron men, And not an eye was tearless seen That day beside the alley green : Wellington wept, the iron...
Page xli - Where the blue /Egean smiles, But give to me the Scottish sea, That breaks round the Western Isles ! Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome, I would see them before I die ; But I'd rather not see any one of the three, Than be exiled for ever from Skye...
Page 167 - And all the strangely-woven strife Of high and low, and swift and slow, Makes music in a larger life. " As the huge branches of a tree Clash, when the stormy buffets blow ; Hostile they seem, but one they be, And by the strife that shakes them grow. " So the vast world of adverse things, That with a reeling fury nod, Battles of Churches and of Kings, Have one unshaken root in God. " Who this believes will fear no harm From counted articles or beads ; There's room in God's wide-circling arm For all...
Page 25 - And he mildly look'd around, And he raised his arm to bless them, But it dropped upon the ground ; And his breathless body rested On the arms that held him dear, And his dead face look'd upon them With a light serene and clear ; And they said that holy angels Surely hover'd round his head, For alive no loveliest ever Look'd so lovely as this dead. Stranger, thou hast heard my story, Thank thee for thy patient ear ; We are pleased to stir the sleeping Memory of old greatness here. I have used no gloss,...
Page 119 - This noble chief of the Cameron men, And not an eye was tearless seen That day beside the alley green : Wellington wept — the iron man ! And from every eye in the Cameron clan The big round drop in bitterness fell, As with the pipes he loved so well His funeral wail they chanted. And now he sleeps (for they bore him home, When the war was done, across the foam) Beneath the shadow of Nevis Ben, With his sires, the pride of the Cameron men. Three thousand Highlandmen stood round, As they laid him...
Page 49 - I will tell thee why, And, if my fancy jumps not with thy whim, What marvel? there is scope beneath the sky For things that creep, and fly, and walk, and swim. I love the free breath of the broad-wing'd breeze, I love the eye's free sweep from craggy rim, I love the free bird, poised at lofty ease, And the free torrent's far-upsounding hymn; I love to leave my littleness behind, In the low vale where little cares are great...
Page 159 - N the lone glen the silver lake doth sleep ; Sleeps the white cloud upon the sheer black hill: All moorland sounds a solemn silence keep ; I only hear the tiny trickling rill 'Neath the red moss. Athwart the dim grey pall, That veils the day, a dusky fowl may fly ; But, on this bleak brown moor, if thou shalt call For men, a spirit will sooner make reply. Come hither, thou whose agile mind doth flit From talk to talk, and tempt the pensive mood. Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit. But...
Page 31 - ... work, with no season of play, boys, Makes Jack a dull boy in the end! MOONLIGHT. THOU mystic moon that o'er the dim gray sound Ray'st forth a yellow stream of thin, cold light, If aught thou hast of knowledge more profound That told might profit bring to mortal wight, Tell me: if not, why should...
Page 97 - Gives Cruachan greeting again. O'er dread Glencoe The greeting doth go And where Ettive winds fair in the glen ; And he hears the call In his steep north wall, "God bless thee, old Cruachan Ben.