The Border Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, 15. ciltNicholas Dickson, William Sanderson Carter & Pratt, 1910 |
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Sayfa 100 - It may be pertinacity," said he, at length ; " but to my eye these grey hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills ; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, / think I should die!
Sayfa 33 - And carols roared with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song It was a hearty note and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery...
Sayfa 158 - But the Governor still would not yield ; nay sent a Letter couched in these singular terms : ' I, William of the Wastle, Am now in my Castle ; And aw the dogs in the town Shanna gar 1 me gang down.
Sayfa 59 - A mirthful man he was — the snows of age Fell, but they did not chill him. Gaiety, Even in life's closing, touch'd his teeming brain With such wild visions as the setting sun Raises in front of some hoar glacier, Painting the bleak ice with a thousand hues.
Sayfa 173 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Sayfa 54 - The powers aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune sha'na steer thee ; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag, we hae a lass, There's nane again sae bonnie.
Sayfa 106 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Sayfa 80 - Cowdenknowes,' the pastoral valley of the Leader, and the bleak wilderness of Lammermoor. To the eastward the desolate grandeur of Hume Castle breaks the horizon, as the eye travels towards the range of the Cheviot. A few miles westward, Melrose, " like some tall rock with lichens grey," appears clasped amidst the windings of the Tweed ; and the distance presents the serrated mountains of the Gala, the Ettrick, and the Yarrow, all famous in song. Such were the objects that had painted the earliest...
Sayfa 54 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
Sayfa 208 - Is there none, Of all my halls have nurst, Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst!" O woman in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!