The Kingdom of Fife: Its Ballads and Legends ...

J. Leng & Company, 1899 - 303 Seiten

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Seite 242 - 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 206 - And so auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. I hadna been his wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Seite 4 - 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 12 - 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 242 - 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 178 - 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 206 - 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 2 - 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 286 - 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 206 - To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound — they were baith for me.

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