Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken heather, And the hard and trampled sod, Whence his angry soul ascended To the judgment seat of God!
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree
- William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With f… - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With f…
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least bel… - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least bel…
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid! - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken … - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken …
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel. - William Edmondstoune Aytoun
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.
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