The Bards of Bon-Accord, 1375-1860Edmond & Spark, 1887 - 673 pages |
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Aberdeen Aberdeen Journal Aberdeenshire Alexander Alexander Harper appeared auld baith Balgownie ballad Banchory bard beautiful blinkin Bon-Accord bonnie born Buchan Burns character charms death dominie Dundee Edinburgh edition fame father frae friends Gartly genius glen hame hand heart Highland hills ilka Inverurie Jacobite James John King kirk laddie laird lassie literary lived London look Lord lyrical mair Marischal College maun mind mony muse native nature ne'er never o'er Old Aberdeen parish Peter Peter Buchan Peterhead pieces poem poet poetical poetry Printed published rhyme sang Scotland Scottish Dialect siller sing Skene song soon spirit stanzas Stonehaven sweet tell thee There's thing Thom thou thro verses volume weaver weel Whan Whigs wife William William Thom writing written ye'll young
Popular passages
Page 243 - And oft he traced the uplands, to survey, When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn, The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey, •And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn : Far to the west the long long vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while ; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil. But lo ! the Sun appears ! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.
Page 245 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 246 - Beattie, the most agreeable and amiable writer I ever met with; the only author I have seen whose critical and philosophical researches are diversified and embellished by a poetical imagination, that makes even the driest subject, and the leanest, a feast for an epicure in books.
Page 244 - Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
Page 582 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Page 243 - And sees, on high, amidst the' encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine : While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And Echo swells the chorus to the skies.
Page 477 - They speak o' wyles in woman's smiles, An" ruin in her e'e — I ken they bring a pang at whiles That's unco sair to dree ; But mind ye this, the half-ta'en kiss, The first fond fa'in' tear, Is, Heaven kens, fu' sweet amends An' tints o' heaven here. When twa leal hearts in fondness meet, Life's tempests howl in vain— The very tears o' love are sweet When paid with tears again.
Page 244 - With merriment, and song, and timbrels clear, A troop of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear, And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance, They meet, they dart away, they wheel askance ; To right, to left, they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with vigorous spring, then glance Rapid along : with many-colour'd rays Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing forests blaze.
Page 76 - ROSSE (Alexander). — Mel Heliconium : or, Poeticall Honey, gathered out of the weeds of Parnassus.
Page 376 - Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.