Where the lassies are bonnieAnd loving as ony,The pride of the North Countrie!Where Liberty dwells on the mountain,Where Beauty inhabits the plain,The land that never yet bent to the yokeOf the Roman, the Goth, or the Dane.Hurrah! for the land of the mountain!Hurrah! for the North Countrie!And joy to each laddieThat weareth the pladdie,The badge…
And sendeth her herald to the sky,To twitter his song so merry:He’s the eldest bornOf his mother Morn,And his voice is shrill and jolly;And what saith he,That herald freePhilosophy, mirth, or folly?‘Tis Wisdom’s voice, though it speak in mirth,‘Tis a wise, wise lay-ah, very!And he calls on all in air and earthTo join in his…
Sad, sad is thy voice on this desolate moor,And mournful, oh mournful, thy howl at my door.Say where hast thou been on thy cloud-lifted car,Say what hast thou seen in thy roamings afar!What sorrow impels thee, thou boisterous blast,Thus to mourn and complain as thou journeyest past?Dost weep that the green sunny summer hath fled,That…
O! for the kiss of my bonnie bride,And the welcome glow of her warm fireside;And O! for the smile of my bonnie boy,And the pleasant sounds of its childish joy!Here, rolling about on the pelting foam,How my heart yearns for its quiet home!O! I long to listen at morning’s timeTo the sweet lark’s song, or…
Have they not sought the happy shore,Where human cares oppress no more?Bewail them not!-more blest than we,From mortal woes and anguish free,Their parted spirits rest in peace,In the still land, where troubles cease!Bewail them not! their bright abodeIs with a Father and a God:Freed from Corruption’s cold embrace,They see th’ Almighty face to face.Then weep…
Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh?Freedom, though crushed, shall never die;Though for awhile her noble headBe trampled by the Cossack’s tread.Though the proud Russian lay her low,And laugh to scorn a nation’s woe;Though those whom free-born hearts deplore,Be banished from their native shore,And forced in foreign climes to roam,To seek a shelter and a home;Though thousand…
And we-we skim the foaming deep,A thousand miles from shore.Fierce o’er the wave the tempests ride,And far from land are we,Star of the North! with none to guide,But Providence and thee!When o’er our deck the billows dash,And howls the rushing blast,When from afar the thunder-flashHas split our gallant mast;When darkness deep has veiled the sky,Star…
By the green bank of that rippling river,Under the shade of yon tall beech tree.Bury me there, ye lovers of song,When the prayers for the dead are spoken,With my hands on my breast,My face to the west,And my lyre in the grave unbroken!There, untouched by the plough or harrow,Let the grave of the minstrel be,Where…
Born in the light, wherever the sunShines on mankind, mankind shall heed you.So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed,Grow each into a tree;And kindle, sparks, to beal-fires bright,That all the earth may see;And spread, ye thoughts of Truth and Right,O’er all humanity!Time was, when thoughts bore tears and deathTo the wise few that dared to raise…
There’s madness on the kingly brow,There’s frenzy in the soul of Saul.Where is the bard whose gifted lyreCan solace to the mind impart?Whose lips can utter words of fire,And drive the demon from the heart?He comes! the shepherd minstrel comes,His hallowed fingers sweep the lyre;He comes! he comes! the holy bard,All radiant with prophetic fire.Fill,…
