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J.H. Baxter, 1834 - Scottish literature - 198 pages

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Page 194 - 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...
Page 71 - But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize, And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim — Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies!
Page 195 - He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore ; And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With adieu for evermore, My dear ; With adieu for evermore. 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...
Page 56 - But alas ! those things weighed little with our apostle, who " counted not his life dear unto him, so that he might finish his course with joy, and the ministry which he had received of the Lord Jesus.
Page 5 - Kinnettles about the end of the seventeenth century. In 1681 he published " The Tempest, being an account of a dangerous passage from Burntisland to Leith in a boat called the Blessing, in company of Claverhouse, several gentlewomen, ministers, and a whole crowd of common passengers, on the 26th of November, 1681.
Page 64 - And by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry.
Page 6 - Taylor and several of his brethren, when crossing in a boat from Burntisland to Leith, on 26th November 1681, encountered a terrific storm, and his description of the angry waves buffeting against the frail bark though quaint is very expressive : — " Each kept his time and place, As if they meant to drown us with a grace ; The first came tumbling on our boat's side, And knockt us twice her breadth and more beside ; But — vext that it had wrought's no more disgrace, It spits on us — spits on...
Page 19 - ... virtue : these he would not compromise for the glitter of genius, and for their maintenance of these, the main objects of his own life and labour, he praised many an author whom other more courtly critics have thought it not cruelty to ridicule. He sums up his eulogium on a poet with the reflection, that he left No line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Page 71 - They lived unknown, Till persecution dragged them into fame And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flew —No marble tells us whither. With their names No bard embalms and sanctifies his song, And history, so warm on meaner themes, Is cold on this.
Page 153 - Whan mang the wild flowers wandering, the happy hours went by ; The future wak'ning no a fear, nor yet the past a sigh ! O ! the bonny braes o' Scotland, bame o' the fair an

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