Idyls and Legends of Inverburn

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A. Strahan, 1866 - 214 pages
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Page 156 - Smooth'd its limbs and laid it out, And drew the curtains around about ; Then into the dark, dark room I hied Where he lay awake at the woman's side, And though the chamber was black as night, He saw my face, for it was so white ; I gazed in his eyes, and he shriek'd in pain, And I knew he would never sleep again, And back to my grave went silently, And soon my baby was brought to me ; My son and daughter beside me rest, My little baby is on my breast ; Our bed is warm and our grave is deep, But...
Page 5 - I O well I mind the day his mother brought Her tiny trembling tot with yellow hair, Her tiny poor-clad tot six summers old, And left him seated lonely on a form Before my desk. He neither wept nor gloom'd ; But waited silently, with shoeless feet Swinging above the floor; in wonder eyed The maps upon the walls, the big...
Page 154 - As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep. With my girl and boy in my grave so deep. As I lay asleep, I awoke in fear, — Awoke, but awoke not my children dear, — And heard a cry so low and weak From a tiny voice that could not speak; I heard the cry of a little one, My bairn that could neither talk nor run, — My little, little one...
Page 128 - Chime, rhyme ! chime, rhyme ! through dales and dells ! Rhyme, ring! chime, sing ! pleasant Sabbath bells ! Chime, sing ! rhyme, ring ! over fields and fells...
Page 10 - This gray old brow, the feelings dim and warm That soothed the throbbings of this weary heart ! But when I placed my hand on Willie's head, Warm sunshine tingled from the yellow hair Thro...
Page 17 - Swept round and round in spindrift on the earth, And birm'd the deathly drift aloft with "moans, Till all was swooning darkness. Far above A voice was shrieking, like a human cry. I closed the door, and turn'd me to the fire, With something on my heart — a load — a sense Of an impending pain. Down the broad lum Came melting flakes, that hiss'd upon the coal ; Under my eyelids blew the blinding smoke ; And for a time I sat like one bewitch'd, Still as a stone. The lonely room grew dark, The flickering...
Page 23 - And ah ! what Solomon of modern days Can answer that ? Yet here at nights I sit, Reading the Book, with Donald at my side ; And stooping, with the Book upon my knee, I sometimes gaze in Donald's patient eyes — So sad, so human, though he cannot speak — And think he knows that Willie is at peace, Far far away beyond the norland hills, Beyond the silence of the untrodden snow.
Page 86 - Altho' thou ne'er dost utter sigh thou'rt shadow'd with a sin ; Thy minnie scorns to suckle thee, thy minnie is an elf, Upon a bed of rose's-leaves she lies and fans herself ; And though my heart is aching so for one afar from me, I often look into thy face and drop a tear for thee, And I am but a peasant born, a lowly cotter's wife, Pale Thing, Frail Thing ! sucking at my life ! Weak Thing, Meek Thing ! take no blame from me, Altho...
Page 6 - Till school was over, and the big and small Flew home in flocks. But Willie stay'd behind. I beckon'd to the mannock with a smile, And took him on my knee and crack'd and talk'd. First, he was timid ; next, grew bashful ; next, He warm'd and told me stories of his home, His father, mother, sisters, brothers, all ; And how, when strong and big, he meant to buy A gig to drive his father to the kirk ; And how he long'd to be a dominie : Such simple prattle as I plainly see You smile at.
Page 128 - My hair was golden-yellow, and it floated to my shoe ; My eyes were like two harebells bathed in little drops of dew ; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went...

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