The Poetical Works of the Ettrick Shepherd ...

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Blackie and son, 1838

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Page 120 - When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the greenwood wene ; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen. But O, the words that fell from her mouth, Were words of wonder, and words of truth ! But all the land were in fear and dread, For they kendna whether she was living or dead. It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain ; She left this world of sorrow and pain, And returned to the land of thought again.
Page 118 - Kilmeny came hame ! And O, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee ! Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there ; And the soft desire of maiden's een In that mild face could never be seen.
Page 115 - ... forests green, And its lakes were all of the dazzling sheen, Like magic mirrors, where slumbering lay The sun and the sky and the cloudlet gray, Which heaved and trembled and gently swung, On every shore they seemed to...
Page 113 - They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away, And she walked in the light of a sunless day : The sky was a dome of crystal bright, The fountain of vision, and fountain of light : 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 112 - O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be!
Page 92 - A parting embrace in one moment she gave : Her breath was a furnace, her bosom the grave ; Then flitting elusive, she said, with a frown, ' The Mighty Macgregor shall yet be my own.' " " Macgregor, thy fancies are wild as the wind ; The dreams of the night have disordered thy mind. Come, buckle thy panoply — march to the field — See, brother, how hacked are thy helmet and shield ! Ay, that was M'Nab, in the height of his pride, When the lions of Dochart stood firm by his side. This night the...
Page 109 - 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...
Page 189 - All framed of the liquid burning levin, And bent like the bow that spans the heaven, Or upright ranged in horrid array, With purfle of green o'er the darksome gray. Their path was on wondrous pavement of old, Its blocks all cast in some giant mould, Fair hewn and grooved by no mortal hand, With countermure guarded by sea and by land.
Page 47 - Quhill we brushit thro' the cludis of the hevin; Than sousit dounright like the stern-shot light, Fra the liftis blue casement driven. ' But our taickil stood, and our bark was good, And...

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