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Page 46 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud, Without our special wonder...
Page 1 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 82 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Page 51 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings; " An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind.
Page 24 - ... meanwhile O'er sculptured graves I trod, Where Time had strewn each mouldering aisle O'er saints and kings that reared the pile, I hailed the eternal God: Yet. Staffa, more I felt his presence in thy cave Than where lona's cross rose o'er the western wave.
Page 60 - Tis but a night, a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed, and then are gone.
Page 44 - We are kept in remembrance that there is more in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in our philosophy.
Page 47 - ... laborious life writing books which have done much good to man. I know that he has often had occasion to sell these books to publishers, at prices to which his poverty, and not his will, consented. I know, too, that throughout his life he has lived with the moderation and the meekness of a saint, as he has written with the wisdom of a sage; and, knowing these things, I would fain save him from the death of a martyr.
Page 111 - I did not think there was so much beauty in a locality so little talked of. Around me lay the hills reposing in quiet grandeur, and before me lay the "Loch of Lindores, which in the calm twilight of a summer's evening appears like the eye of nature looking up to its Maker in the spirit of meek and quiet devotion.