The Emigrant's Hope; A Collection of Articles in Prose and Verse (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854. Excerpt: ... Wha' dash'd the cup frae my raptured lips, Wi' a wild, unearthly glee; Sae the ghaistly thought was then confirmed, That my love was nae for me. Oh, my love was young, and the grim auld karl Held her fast in his cauld embrace, An' sucked the red frae her hinnied moo', An' the blush frae her peachy face: He stifled the sounds o' her charmed throat, An' quench'd the fires o' her e'e: But fairer she blooms in her heavenly bower, For my love was nae for me. Sae I tyned my love, an' I tyned my heart, An' I tyned baith wealth an' fame; Syne I turned a sad, weary minstrel wicht, Wi' the cauld warld for my hame: Yet my minstrelsy's but a lanely lay, My wealth, my aumus fee; Oh, wae that I were wi' the grim auld karl, For this warld is nae for me. J. M'Lardy. Isakl. Air.--" Kinloch of Kinloch." As sportive's the fawn from the woodlands awaking, When spring sheds her bloom over mountain and lea, As rosy's the dawn from the east gently breaking--Or beauteous as eve on a calm summer sea: Her dark tresses flowing, her eye brightly glowing, The joy of my bosom what mortal could tell; As o'er 'mang the whins whar the pure burnie rins, I wandered away with my own Isabel. 'Twas here that in childhood we oft went together To gather our treasures on bank and on brae; But ah these gay blossoms were doomed but to wither, And fade like our hopes that were fairer than they. No more amidst nature's profusion and grandeur, We'll rest by the spring in the cool mossy dell: Or on Clyde's lovely banks by the moonlight we'll wander, For lost, ever lost, is my own Isabel. Go whisper the fair one ye oderous breezes--The passion and pride in his bosom that war'd; And though cold in his heart the life-torrent freezes, Lives yet unsubdued in the soul of the bard. A wanderer oft by that cl...