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Of all the arts beneath the heaven,
That man has found, or God has given,
None draws the soul so sweet away,
As music's melting, mystic lay;
Slight emblem of the bliss above,
It soothes the spirit all to love.
Stranger of Heaven I bid thee hail!
Shred from the pall of glory riven
That flashest in celestial gale--
Broad pennon of the King of Heaven
Whate'er portends thy front of fire
And streaming locks so lovely pale;
Or peace to man, or judgments dire
Stranger of Heaven, I bid thee hail.
Where the pools are bright and deep
Where the gray trout lies asleep,
Up the river and o'er the lea
That's the way for Billy and me.
- A Boy's Song [Trout]
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,
The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
- Auld Joe Nicolson's Nannie [Flowers]
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
- Love is like a Dizziness (l. 9) [Love]
Oh, why should vows so fondly made,
Be broken ere the morrow,
To one who loves as never maid
Loved in this world of sorrow?
- The Broken Heart [Vows]
Up wi' the flowers of Scotland,
The emblems o' the free
Their guardians for a thousand years,
Their guardians still we'll be,
A foe had better brave the de'il
Within his reeky cell,
Than our thistle's purple bonnet,
Or bonny heather bell.
- The Flowers of Scotland [Thistles]
What are the flowers of Scotland,
All others that excel?
The lovely flowers of Scotland,
All others that excel!
The thistle's purple bonnet,
And bonny heather bell,
Oh, they're the flowers of Scotland.
All others that excel!
- The Flowers of Scotland [Flowers]
It appears from tradition, as well as some parish registers still extant, that the lands of Dalcastle (or Dalchastel, as it is often spelled) were possessed by a family of the name of Colwan, about one hundred and fifty years ago, and for at least a century previous to that period.
- The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner
[Books (First Lines)]
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!
Then, when the gloaming comes,
Low in the heather blooms
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy swelling-place--
O, to abide in the desert with thee!
- The Skylark [Larks]
That undefined and mingled hum,
Voice of the desert never dumb!
- Verses to Lady Anne Scott [Nature]