Jacobite Minstrelsy: With Notes Illustrative of the Text and Containing Historical Details in Relation to the House of Stuart from 1640 to 1784R. Griffin, 1828 - Počet stran: 362 |
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Strana 19
... mountains till he reached Stirling . But Dun- dee , whose pursuit he dreaded , was himself no more . After a des- perate and successful charge on the English artillery , while in the act of extending his arm , to encourage his men ...
... mountains till he reached Stirling . But Dun- dee , whose pursuit he dreaded , was himself no more . After a des- perate and successful charge on the English artillery , while in the act of extending his arm , to encourage his men ...
Strana 83
... mountains . Rob and the whole clan were afterwards specially excepted from the act of indemnity , passed at the close of the rebellion . following anecdote is recorded of M'Gregor when on his death - bed : -being urged by the priest in ...
... mountains . Rob and the whole clan were afterwards specially excepted from the act of indemnity , passed at the close of the rebellion . following anecdote is recorded of M'Gregor when on his death - bed : -being urged by the priest in ...
Strana 133
... - dame Schulemberg . George's taste in female beauty appears to have been truly German . The one was a mountain of fat and grease , the other was as lean as a dried herring . But O , my bonny darling sow , How sair MINSTRELSY . 133.
... - dame Schulemberg . George's taste in female beauty appears to have been truly German . The one was a mountain of fat and grease , the other was as lean as a dried herring . But O , my bonny darling sow , How sair MINSTRELSY . 133.
Strana 144
... mountain's heather wave , The rose and the misle are coming brave , Bright as the sun which gilds its thread , King James's tartan is flashing red , Upon them Mac Garadh bill and bow , Cry , Hollow Mac Garadh ! hollow ! hollow ...
... mountain's heather wave , The rose and the misle are coming brave , Bright as the sun which gilds its thread , King James's tartan is flashing red , Upon them Mac Garadh bill and bow , Cry , Hollow Mac Garadh ! hollow ! hollow ...
Strana 151
... mountains shall flourish ; Our church , that's oppressed , our monarch will nourish ; few fugitive associates , for whose amusement he wrote several bur- lesque poems , to which he gave the title of Mother Grim's Tales . The Countess of ...
... mountains shall flourish ; Our church , that's oppressed , our monarch will nourish ; few fugitive associates , for whose amusement he wrote several bur- lesque poems , to which he gave the title of Mother Grim's Tales . The Countess of ...
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Strana 24 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Strana 175 - Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning — no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Strana 141 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Strana 25 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. W'hen day is gane, and night is come, And a...
Strana 232 - In the month of May, the Duke of Cumberland advanced with the army into the Highlands, as far as Fort Augustus, where he encamped ; and sent off detachments on all hands, to hunt down the fugitives, and lay waste the country with fire and sword.
Strana 231 - MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty.
Strana 108 - The last time I mounted thee ; The warning bell now bids me cease, My trouble's nearly o'er ; Yon sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more. Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die ; 0 carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie.
Strana 176 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Strana 95 - Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie ! Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o
Strana 176 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.