The Kingdom of Fife: Its Ballads and Legends ...J. Leng & Company, 1899 - 303 Seiten |
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Abbey amid ancient Anster Auld Robin Gray Baliol ballad Balwearie Beardie Beaton beautiful blood brave castle centuries Christ's Kirk church court crown Culdees Cupar Dame dark David David Beaton death Douglas Duke of Rothesay Earl of Fife East Neuk English eyes fair fell fiends Fife frae gallant Gled Green that day hame hand head heard heart heaven Hill holy honour Huntly Inchcolm Isle James King king's kingdom knight Lady Lammikin land Lindores Lindores Abbey Lindsay lived Lord Macbeth Macduff Meldrum Michael minstrel monarch monastery monks Moray morning murdered never noble o'er once Papingo poem prince Queen Regent Regulus Robert Rothesay round Royal says scene Scotland Scots Scottish Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens Sir William slain sovereign Spens St Andrews St Regulus St Serf stone storm story Stuart sword Thane thee thou Tower voice wearied words young Logie
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Seite 246 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Seite 210 - And so auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. I hadna been his wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Seite 8 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 16 - Our gude ship sails the morn." " Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Seite 246 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 182 - The scattered few would meet, in some deep dell By rocks o'er-canopied, to hear the voice, Their faithful pastor's voice : He by the gleam Of sheeted lightning oped the sacred book, And words of comfort spake : Over their souls His accents soothing came, — as to her young The heathfowl's plumes, when, at the close of eve, She gathers in, mournful, her brood dispersed By murderous sport, and o'er the remnant spreads Fondly her wings; close nestling 'neath her breast, They, cherished, cower amid...
Seite 210 - My heart it said nay; I looked for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; His ship it was a wrack — Why didna Jamie dee ? Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me!
Seite 6 - Oh, why left I my hame? Why did I cross the deep ? Oh, why left I the land where my forefathers sleep ? I sigh for Scotia's shore, and I gaze across the sea, But I canna get a blink o' my ain countrie. The palm-tree waveth high, and fair the myrtle springs, And to the Indian maid the bulbul sweetly sings ; But I dinna see the broom wi' its tassels on the lea, Nor hear the lintie's sang o
Seite 290 - A palmer's amice wrapped him round, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea: His left hand held his Book of Might, A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee.
Seite 210 - To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound — they were baith for me.