The Queen's Wake: A Legendary PoemWilliam Blackwood, Prince's-Street: and John Murray, Albemarle-Street, London, 1819 - English poetry - 384 pages |
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... Glen - Avinen Old David The Spectre's Cradle Song McGregor Earl Walter Kilmeny NIGHT THE THIRD . Mary Scottana 31 35 49 70 97 104 118 145 - 147 155 176 www . 199 208 King Edward's Dream 257 Dumlanrig The Abbot McKinnon 266 298 The Monks ...
... Glen - Avinen Old David The Spectre's Cradle Song McGregor Earl Walter Kilmeny NIGHT THE THIRD . Mary Scottana 31 35 49 70 97 104 118 145 - 147 155 176 www . 199 208 King Edward's Dream 257 Dumlanrig The Abbot McKinnon 266 298 The Monks ...
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... glen , I little thought that idle toy Should e'er become my only joy ! A maiden's youthful smiles had wove Around my heart the toils of love , When first thy magic wires I rung , And on the breeze thy numbers flung . The fervid tear ...
... glen , I little thought that idle toy Should e'er become my only joy ! A maiden's youthful smiles had wove Around my heart the toils of love , When first thy magic wires I rung , And on the breeze thy numbers flung . The fervid tear ...
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... lively autumn gale ; Away , away , it echoed still , O'er many a moor and Highland hill , Till rang each glen and verdant plain , From Cheviot to the northern main . Each bard attuned the loyal lay , And for Dunedin 8 THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
... lively autumn gale ; Away , away , it echoed still , O'er many a moor and Highland hill , Till rang each glen and verdant plain , From Cheviot to the northern main . Each bard attuned the loyal lay , And for Dunedin 8 THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
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... glen was sought for tales of old , Of luckless love , of warrior bold , Of ravished maid , or stolen child By freakish fairy of the wild ; Of sheeted ghost , that had revealed Dark deeds of guilt from man concealed ; Of boding dreams ...
... glen was sought for tales of old , Of luckless love , of warrior bold , Of ravished maid , or stolen child By freakish fairy of the wild ; Of sheeted ghost , that had revealed Dark deeds of guilt from man concealed ; Of boding dreams ...
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... glen . December came ; his aspect stern Glared deadly o'er the mountain cairn ; A polar sheet was round him flung , And ice - spears at his girdle hung ; O'er frigid field , and drifted cone , He strode undaunted and alone ; Or ...
... glen . December came ; his aspect stern Glared deadly o'er the mountain cairn ; A polar sheet was round him flung , And ice - spears at his girdle hung ; O'er frigid field , and drifted cone , He strode undaunted and alone ; Or ...
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abbot auld bard BARD'S SONG beneath blue bold bosom brave breast breeze brow cheek claymore cliffs dame dark deep Douglas dread dream Dumlanrig Dunedin Earl Walter eternal weep Ettrick fair fairy fell fled flew flower forest frae glen glowing gray green green-wood grew hall harp hast thou heard heart heaved heaven Highland Highland hall hill Holyrood honours Kilmeny knew lady land lone looked Lord Darcie loud lyre Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Mary's midnight minstrel moon morning mountain ne'er never nigh night NOTE numbers o'er pale Queen Quhan Quhill rill rose round rung scarcely Scotland Scottish seen shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soul Southrons spirits Staffa stern stood storm strain sung sweet tale thee thine tongue Torwoodlee Tushilaw Twas vale Wake warriors wave weened weep wild wind womyne wonderous wood wyfe young youth
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Page 182 - From thence they can view the world below, And heaven's blue gates with sapphires glow, More glory yet unmeet to know. They bore her far to a mountain green, To see what mortal never had seen; And they seated her high on a purple sward, And bade her heed what she saw and heard, And note the changes the spirits wrought, For now she lived in the land of thought. She looked, and she saw nor sun nor skies, But a crystal dome of a thousand dyes: She looked...
Page 175 - The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek o' the cot hung over the plain, Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane ; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame ! " Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been ? Lang hae we sought baith holt and den ; By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree, Yet you are halesome and fair to see. Where gat you that joup o...
Page 188 - care, That all whose minds unmeled remain Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane. With distant music, soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep; And when she awakened, she lay her lane, All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene. When seven...
Page 176 - Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare ; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew, But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung, And the airs of heaven...
Page 189 - Her holy hymns unheard to sing, To suck the flowers, and drink the spring. But wherever her peaceful form appeared, The wild beasts...
Page 180 - The emerald fields were of dazzling glow, And the flowers of everlasting blow. Then deep in the stream her body they laid, That her youth and beauty never might fade ; And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie In the stream of life that wandered bye.
Page 181 - Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here ! Women are freed of the littand scorn : O, blessed be the day Kilmeny was born ! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be...
Page 174 - Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the...
Page 177 - All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim ; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life ; And aye they smiled, and 'gan to...
Page 178 - Till late this bonnie maiden I saw, As spotless as the morning snaw ; Full twenty years she has lived as free As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye : I have brought her away frae the snares of men, That sin or death she never may ken.