But the breast-knots were broken, the roses went free.The breast-knots were broken; the roses togetherFloated forth on the wings of the wind and the weather,And they drifted afar down the streams of the sea.And the sea was as red as when sunset uncloses;But my raiment is sweet from the scent of the roses,Thou shalt know,…
They did not bring me wealth or fame,‘Tis very little that they brought me.But one, the crossest of the crew,The ugly old one, uninvited,Said, ‘I shall be avenged on YOU,My child; you shall grow up short-sighted!’With magic juices did she laveMine eyes, and wrought her wicked pleasure.Well, of all gifts the Fairies gave,HERS is the…
What bluid’s that on thy coat lap?And the truth come tell to me, O.’‘It is the bluid of my great hawk,Mother lady, Mother lady!It is the bluid of my great hawk,And the truth I hae tald to thee, O.’‘Hawk’s bluid was ne’er sae red,Son Davie! Son Davie!Hawk’s bluid was ne’er sae red,And the truth come…
She had three stout and stalwart sons,And sent them oer the sea,They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely ane,When word came to the carline wifeThat her three sons were gane.They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely three,Whan word came to the carlin wifeThat her sons she’d never see.‘I wish…
Beside the Cardinal’s chair,Applauded, ‘mid the courtly ring,The verses of Moliere;Point-lace was then the only wear,Old Corneille came to woo,And bright Du Parc was young and fair,When these Old Plays were new!LA COMEDIE.How shrill the butcher’s cat-calls ring,How loud the lackeys swear!Black pipe-bowls on the stage they fling,At Brecourt, fuming there!The Porter’s stabbed! a MousquetaireBreaks…
Clang from the tower, and goBack to their kinsfolk dead.Sleep! death’s twin brother dread!Why dost thou scorn me so?The wind’s voice overheadLong wakeful here I know,And music from the steepWhere waters fall and flow.Wilt thou not hear sue, Sleep?All sounds that might bestowRest on the fever’d bed,All slumb’rous sounds and lowAre mingled here and wed,And…
Willie has ta’en him o’er the faem,He’s wooed a wife, and brought her hame;He’s wooed her for her yellow hair,But his mother wrought her meikle care;And meikle dolour gar’d her dree,For lighter she can never be;But in her bow’r she sits with pain,And Willie mourns o’er her in vain.And to his mother he has gane,That…
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,On Hairibee to hang him up?Had Willie had but twenty men,But twenty men as stout as be,Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taenWi eight score in his companie.They band his legs beneath the steed,They tied his hands behind his back;They guarded him, fivesome on each side,And they brought him…
Was ever half so fair as you,Or is so well forgot?These eyes of melancholy brown,These woven locks, a shadowy crown,Must surely have bewitched the town;Yet you’re remembered not.Through all that prattle of your age,Through lore of fribble and of sageI’ve read, and chiefly Walpole’s page,Wherein are beauties famous;I’ve haunted ball, and rout, and sale;I’ve heard…
The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,Than ony that were there.Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane,Wi ribbons on her breast;The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,Than he listend to the priest.Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane,Wi gloves upon her hands;The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,Than the queen and a’ her lands.She hadna been about…
