Select English Poems: With Gaelic Translations, [arranged on Opposite Pages.] Also Several Pieces of Original Gaelic PoetryA. Sinclair, 1859 - 200 páginas |
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... sorrow , For they knew that their blood would bedew it to - morrow . ' Twas the few faithful ones who with Cameron were lying , Concealed ' mong the mist where the heathfowl was crying ; For the horsemen of Earlshall around them were ...
... sorrow , For they knew that their blood would bedew it to - morrow . ' Twas the few faithful ones who with Cameron were lying , Concealed ' mong the mist where the heathfowl was crying ; For the horsemen of Earlshall around them were ...
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... ? " Spake the stranger patiently , " All that makes thee , man immortal , Tell me , dwells it not in me ? ' I , like thee , have joy , have sorrows ; I , like thee , have love and fear ; Mar so tha ' mhòr chuideachd - a ' falbh 20.
... ? " Spake the stranger patiently , " All that makes thee , man immortal , Tell me , dwells it not in me ? ' I , like thee , have joy , have sorrows ; I , like thee , have love and fear ; Mar so tha ' mhòr chuideachd - a ' falbh 20.
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... sorrow sorely pressed . Around them passed proud planters : they asked the maiden's years- They marked the mother's muscles , but they heeded not her tears- They pinched the old man's arms , spoke harshly of his bones- They heard each ...
... sorrow sorely pressed . Around them passed proud planters : they asked the maiden's years- They marked the mother's muscles , but they heeded not her tears- They pinched the old man's arms , spoke harshly of his bones- They heard each ...
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... sorrow - a smile for his grief ? If beautiful scenes like the present shall vanish Where , where shall we look for a certain relief ? Oh ! fly said my soul to the feet of thy Saviour , Believe in his mercy , for pardon now pray : With ...
... sorrow - a smile for his grief ? If beautiful scenes like the present shall vanish Where , where shall we look for a certain relief ? Oh ! fly said my soul to the feet of thy Saviour , Believe in his mercy , for pardon now pray : With ...
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... am faicinn cho càld ' . Comh - chomunn , a's càirdeas , a's gaol , Chaidh a bhuileach ' air daoinibh o'n åird , Na'm biodh agam - sa sgiathan an eòin , ' S mi mhealadh a rìs sibh gun dail ! My sorrows then I might assuage In the ways of 43.
... am faicinn cho càld ' . Comh - chomunn , a's càirdeas , a's gaol , Chaidh a bhuileach ' air daoinibh o'n åird , Na'm biodh agam - sa sgiathan an eòin , ' S mi mhealadh a rìs sibh gun dail ! My sorrows then I might assuage In the ways of 43.
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Select English Poems: With Gaelic Translations, Arranged on Opposite Pages ... Archibald Sinclair Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
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Página 78 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 32 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 68 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 192 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
Página 28 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Página 24 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 78 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 94 - Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Página 190 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Página 106 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.