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... hand , Who her so long hath sheltered ' Neath shadow of His wings , Who is the God of nations , Who is the King of kings . God save our sea - girt island ! Long may her dwellers be From pestilence , from famine , And civil discord free ...
... hand , Who her so long hath sheltered ' Neath shadow of His wings , Who is the God of nations , Who is the King of kings . God save our sea - girt island ! Long may her dwellers be From pestilence , from famine , And civil discord free ...
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... hand it fell . An ' when the Poets they took up , o ' this there was nae en ' , It seemed nae minstrel e'er had liv'd o ' whilk they didna ken ; Theocritus they could discuss , an ' Homer's lofty lays , An ' ither bards that learned men ...
... hand it fell . An ' when the Poets they took up , o ' this there was nae en ' , It seemed nae minstrel e'er had liv'd o ' whilk they didna ken ; Theocritus they could discuss , an ' Homer's lofty lays , An ' ither bards that learned men ...
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... hand ; They tell of him whose lays enrich The dwellings of our mountain land . Far dearer than the diadem That decks the proudest monarch's brow , Those simple things around , which claim Our rapt and fond attention now . The lowly roof ...
... hand ; They tell of him whose lays enrich The dwellings of our mountain land . Far dearer than the diadem That decks the proudest monarch's brow , Those simple things around , which claim Our rapt and fond attention now . The lowly roof ...
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... hand , That tell of him whose lays enrich The dwellings of our mountain land . Far dearer than the diadem That decks the proudest monarch's brow , Those simple things around , which claim Our rapt and fond attention now . No fierce ...
... hand , That tell of him whose lays enrich The dwellings of our mountain land . Far dearer than the diadem That decks the proudest monarch's brow , Those simple things around , which claim Our rapt and fond attention now . No fierce ...
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... Three cheers for thee , thou spunky chiel ; Thy wit , thy lear , thy tact an ' skill , We kent that's true , But never lo'ed thee half sae weel As we do noo . Wi ' skilfu ' hand an ' kindly word Ye SCOTLAND YET . 25 Scotland yet.
... Three cheers for thee , thou spunky chiel ; Thy wit , thy lear , thy tact an ' skill , We kent that's true , But never lo'ed thee half sae weel As we do noo . Wi ' skilfu ' hand an ' kindly word Ye SCOTLAND YET . 25 Scotland yet.
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ain gean tree amang Auld Lint Mill Auld Mill Barn Auld Scotland's Autumn bairn bard beautiful Biggar bonnie bosom bright brow Carlops church churchyard cottage dark dear death Doctor Dolphinton Donald Cargill doon Dunsyre e'er fair flowers frae glen grave hame hath hearts hills humble inscription interesting Jephtha's daughter Kilbucho Laird land langsyne life's Linton lonely Lyne Water lyre mair manse maun memory minister mong mony moorland mountain Muirkirk ne'er neath Newhall o'er oor ain gean owre parish peaceful Peeblesshire Prince Charlie quaint Ravendean Burn replied respect unto richt Robbie Burns Robert Burns round sang scenes Scotland Scottish seek sere song spot stone Strathspeys stream sweet Tammas terrible loon thee thou thro Verses Wake the pibroch wandered weel ween West Linton Willie young
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Page 20 - Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast. For, behold, the Lord cometh out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity [The Day of the Lord] : the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.
Page 151 - His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light the cheek ; And his that music, to whose tone The common pulse of man keeps time, In cot or castle's mirth or moan, In cold or sunny clime.
Page 122 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? . . . When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Page 130 - O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!
Page 20 - Come, my people, Enter thou into thy chambers, And shut thy doors about thee : Hide thyself as it were for a little moment, 15 Until the indignation be overpast.
Page 165 - Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined— The Delphian ' vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind. Sages, with wisdom's garland wreathed, Crowned kings, and mitred priests of power, And warriors with their bright swords sheathed, The mightiest of the hour...
Page 132 - October 24, 1684; for their adherence to the word of God, and Scotland's covenanted work of reformation.
Page 165 - All ask the cottage of his birth, Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung, And gather feelings not of earth His fields and streams among.
Page 165 - And lowlier names, whose humble home Is lit by Fortune's dimmer star, Are there; o'er wave and mountain come, From countries near and far, Pilgrims whose wandering feet have pressed The Switzer's snow, the Arab's sand, Or trod the piled leaves of the West — My own green forest-land...
Page 137 - This lovely bud, so young and fair, Called hence by early doom, Just came to show how sweet a flower In Paradise would bloom.