Old coach-road West by Nor'-ward, Old mile-tree by the track: A dead branch pointing forward, And a dead branch pointing back. And still in clear-cut romans On his hard heart he tells...
A man he was of Scottish race, And ancient Scottish name; Of common mould, but lofty mien, That dignified his frame. And he lived a humble, quiet life, Obscure, unknown to fame;...
On proud Mount Royal's Eastern side, In view of St. Lawrence's silver tide, Are two stone towers of masonry rude, With massive doors of time-darken'd wood: Traces of loop-holes are in the walls,...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skies Pilot great clouds like towering argosies, And hawk and buzzard breast the azure breeze....
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise, Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skies Pilot great clouds like towering argosies, And hawk and buzzard breast the azure breeze....
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled hedge, a corn-stooked field, With sound of barking dogs and farmyard fowls. ...
Now cometh October - a nut-brown maid, Who in robes of crimson and gold arrayed Hath taken the king's highway! On the world she smiles - but to me it seems Her eyes are misty with mid-summer dreams,...
My desires are like the white snows on Fuji That grow but never melt. I am becoming proud of my bad reputation; And the more men say, We cannot understand why she loves him, The less I care....
I wanted to marry, but father said, "No - 'Tis weakness in women to give themselves so; If you care for your freedom you'll listen to me, Make a spouse in your pocket, and let the men be." ...
November's hail-cloud drifts away, November's sunbeam wan Looks coldly on the castle grey, When forth comes Lady Anne. The orphan by the oak was set, Her arms, her feet, were bare;...
NOTE: - The tale is told a few years after the massacre of Glencoe, by a wandering bard, who had formerly been piper to MacDonald of Glencoe, but had escaped the fate of his kinsmen.
When the earth was sick and the skies were grey, And the woods were rotted with rain, The Dead Man rode through the autumn day To visit his love again.
The Text is derived, with trivial alterations, from Herd's MSS. In the first edition of the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Scott says the principal copy he employed was one 'apparently of considerable antiquity' among the p...
In the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever you roam. The woods are astir at the close of the day, We exiles are waiting for letters from Home....
A woolly little terrier pup Gave vent to yelps distressing, Whereat his mistress took him up And soothed him with caressing, And yet he was not in the least What one would call a handsome beast. ...
Vast empty shell! Impertinent, preposterous abortion! With vacant stare, And ragged hair, And every feature out of all proportion! Embodiment of echoing inanity!...
It's very disagreeable to sit here in the cold, And a sinful waste of time - ah, well, it's too late now to scold; I'll think about my sermon and my prayers for Sunday next,...
A trading Greek, for want of law, Protection bought of a pashaw; And like a nobleman he paid, Much rather than a man of trade - Protection being, Turkish-wise,...
When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,...