Poetry of the People: Comprising Poems Illustrative of the History and National Spirit of England, Scotland, Ireland, and AmericaGinn, 1903 - 403 pages |
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... 168 • I7I For a ' that , and a ' that . Burns 171 John Anderson , my Jo . Burns Afton Water . Burns 173 · 174 Ye Banks and Braes o ' Bonnie Doon . Burns 175 My Heart's in the Highlands . Burns Jock of Hazeldean Contents xiii.
... 168 • I7I For a ' that , and a ' that . Burns 171 John Anderson , my Jo . Burns Afton Water . Burns 173 · 174 Ye Banks and Braes o ' Bonnie Doon . Burns 175 My Heart's in the Highlands . Burns Jock of Hazeldean Contents xiii.
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... Highlands . Burns Jock of Hazeldean . Lochinvar . Scott Scott When the Kye Comes Hame . Hogg Jessie , the Flower of Dumblane . Tannahill The Bonnie Banks o ' Loch Lomond . Anon . The Land o ' the Leal . Lady Nairne Auld Lang Syne ...
... Highlands . Burns Jock of Hazeldean . Lochinvar . Scott Scott When the Kye Comes Hame . Hogg Jessie , the Flower of Dumblane . Tannahill The Bonnie Banks o ' Loch Lomond . Anon . The Land o ' the Leal . Lady Nairne Auld Lang Syne ...
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... Highlands , and low upon Tay , Bonnie George Campbell rade out on a day . Saddled and bridled and gallant rade he ; Hame cam his guid horse , but never cam he . Out cam his auld mither greeting fu ' sair , And out cam his bonnie bride ...
... Highlands , and low upon Tay , Bonnie George Campbell rade out on a day . Saddled and bridled and gallant rade he ; Hame cam his guid horse , but never cam he . Out cam his auld mither greeting fu ' sair , And out cam his bonnie bride ...
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... Highland host Through wild Lochaber's snows , What time the plaided clans came down To battle with Montrose . I've told thee how the Southrons fell Beneath the broad claymore , And how we smote the Campbell clan , By Inverlochy's shore ...
... Highland host Through wild Lochaber's snows , What time the plaided clans came down To battle with Montrose . I've told thee how the Southrons fell Beneath the broad claymore , And how we smote the Campbell clan , By Inverlochy's shore ...
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... highland heath Had trod as free as air , Or I , and all who bore my name , Been laid around him there ! It might not be . They placed him next Within the solemn hall , Where once the Scottish kings were throned Amidst their nobles all ...
... highland heath Had trod as free as air , Or I , and all who bore my name , Been laid around him there ! It might not be . They placed him next Within the solemn hall , Where once the Scottish kings were throned Amidst their nobles all ...
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arms auld lang syne ballad banner battle Ben Bolt beneath blood blow blue bold bonnet Bonnie Blue Flag bonnie Dundee boys brave bright Burke and Shea cheer Dark Rosaleen dead dear death Dixie drum England English eyes fair father fight flag flower freedom Geraldines glory gone grave gray green guns hand heart heaven Highland Highland laddie hills hurrah Ireland Irish wife Kelly and Burke Killarney King kye comes hame lady land light little shamrock Lochaber Lochinvar Lord marching Maryland ne'er never night o'er old Ireland old Kentucky home Otterbourne peace roar Robert Burns Robin Hood rode rose sail Says the shan Scotland Scottish shan van vocht ship shore shout sing smile Soggarth aroon soldier song soul stanza star-spangled banner sweet sword tears thee there's thou thunder to-day true wave weel weep wind Yankee
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Page 64 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 89 - While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 167 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 203 - THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on TARA'S walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! n.
Page 97 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Page 90 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every Man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright...
Page 112 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Page 110 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 257 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.
Page 135 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!