THE SMALL CELANDINE. PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, They will have a place in story; William Wordsworth. KILMENY'S ABSENCE. BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen; And lang, lang greet, or Kilmeny come hame. James Hogg, 1772-1835. KILMENY'S RETURN. WHEN many a day had come and fled, When grief grew calm and hope was dead, When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung, When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung, James Hogg. THE LAND OF SPIRITS. KILMENY, Kilmeny, where have you been? But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face; A still, an everlasting dream. James Hogg. THE FLIGHT. O, never vales to mortal view Appear'd like those o'er which they flew The lowermost vales of the storied heaven; James Hogg. KILMENY'S VISION. SHE SAW a sun on a summer sky, And that land had glens and mountains gray; THE SKY-LARK. BIRD of the wilderness, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and leal Blest is thy dwelling-place O to abide in the desert with thee ! Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and mountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the rainbow's rim, Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Blest is thy dwelling-place O to abide in the desert with thee ! James Hogg. THE MOON WAS A-WANING. THE moon was a-waning, The tempest was over; And fond was the lover; Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, And embroider'd the cover; Where the hill foxes wander. Alas, pretty maiden, What sorrows attend you ! I see you sit shivering, With lights at your window; But long may you wait Ere your arms shall enclose him; For still, still he lies, With a wreath on his bosom ! James Hogg. WHEN THE KYE COME HAME. Come all ye jolly shepherds That whistle through the glen, I'll tell ye of a secret That courtiers dinna ken; What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o' man can name? "Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, When the kye come hame, "Tween the gloamin' and the mirk, When the kye come hame. James Hogg. НАМЕ, НАМЕ, НАМЕ. Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! When the flower is i' the bud, and the leaf is on the tree, The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countrie; Hame, hame, hame, hame fain wad I be, O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! James Hogg. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. It is an ancient mariner, And he stoppeth one of three: "By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? The bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set; He holds him with his skinny hand "There was a ship," quoth he. "Hold off; unhand me, gray-beard loon;" Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye The wedding-guest stood still, And listens like a three-year's child; The mariner hath his will. Saml. Taylor Coleridge, 1772-1834. |