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A Legendary Poem James Hogg. Bold Tushilaw , with horn and hound , Pursues the deer o'er holt and lea ; And rides and rules the Border round , From Philiphaugh to Gilnockye . His page rode down by Melrose fair , His page rode down by ...
A Legendary Poem James Hogg. Bold Tushilaw , with horn and hound , Pursues the deer o'er holt and lea ; And rides and rules the Border round , From Philiphaugh to Gilnockye . His page rode down by Melrose fair , His page rode down by ...
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... Tushilaw his doom decreed , Were he an abbot , lord , or knight . The chieftain called his warriors stout , And ranged them round the gallows tree , Then bade them bring the abbot out , The fate of fraud that all might see . The men ...
... Tushilaw his doom decreed , Were he an abbot , lord , or knight . The chieftain called his warriors stout , And ranged them round the gallows tree , Then bade them bring the abbot out , The fate of fraud that all might see . The men ...
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... Tushilaw . Lord Pringle's heart was all on flame , Nor peace nor joy his bosom knew , " Twas for the kindest , sweetest dame , That ever brushed the Forest dew . Gone is one month with smile and sigh , With dream by night and wish by ...
... Tushilaw . Lord Pringle's heart was all on flame , Nor peace nor joy his bosom knew , " Twas for the kindest , sweetest dame , That ever brushed the Forest dew . Gone is one month with smile and sigh , With dream by night and wish by ...
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... " Tis done ! the woman stands revealed ! Stern Tushilaw is waked to see ; The bearded priest so well concealed , Was Pringle ; lord of Torwoodlee ! Oh never was the thunder's jar , The red tornado's 230 NIGHT III . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
... " Tis done ! the woman stands revealed ! Stern Tushilaw is waked to see ; The bearded priest so well concealed , Was Pringle ; lord of Torwoodlee ! Oh never was the thunder's jar , The red tornado's 230 NIGHT III . THE QUEEN'S WAKE .
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... Tushilaw of maids or wives , Or such a thing as Torwoodlee ! Had Mary Scott a thousand lives , These lives were all too few for me ! " Ere midnight , in the secret cave , This sword shall pierce her bosom's coré , Though I go childless ...
... Tushilaw of maids or wives , Or such a thing as Torwoodlee ! Had Mary Scott a thousand lives , These lives were all too few for me ! " Ere midnight , in the secret cave , This sword shall pierce her bosom's coré , Though I go childless ...
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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 hill hill Holyrood honours Kilmeny knew lady land lone looked Lord 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 warriors wave weened weep wild wind womyne wonderous wood wyfe young youth
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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...
Page 191 - It was like an eve in a sinless world! When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene ; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen!
Page 188 - To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land unseen ; To warn the living maidens fair, The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care, That all whose minds unmeled remain Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.
Page 189 - Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea.
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 180 - They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away. And she walked in the light of a sunless day: The sky was a dome of erystal 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.
Page 188 - 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 148 - ... That the pine, which for ages had shed a bright halo, Afar on the mountains of Highland Glen-Falo, Should wither and fall ere the turn of yon moon, Smit through by the canker of hated Colquhoun : That a feast on Macgregors each day should be common. For years, to the eagles of Lennox and Lomond. 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,...
Page 178 - 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 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.