Select English Poems: With Gaelic Translations, [arranged on Opposite Pages.] Also Several Pieces of Original Gaelic Poetry |
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... thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flow'r with ...
... thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun , A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flow'r with ...
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... Thou art safe from their malice , but let them beware ! * This excellent Poem was composed by Dr W. M'Gilvray , now of Aberdeen , and appeared in the " Scottish Guardian " of 13th March , 1840. In June following , a Gaelic traslation of ...
... Thou art safe from their malice , but let them beware ! * This excellent Poem was composed by Dr W. M'Gilvray , now of Aberdeen , and appeared in the " Scottish Guardian " of 13th March , 1840. In June following , a Gaelic traslation of ...
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... thou then ? what hast thou to dread ? Thus preserved by the might of thy glorious Head : — Canst thou think of one foe that against thee has striven , But has perished beneath the just vengeance of heaven ! Still apostates will rage ...
... thou then ? what hast thou to dread ? Thus preserved by the might of thy glorious Head : — Canst thou think of one foe that against thee has striven , But has perished beneath the just vengeance of heaven ! Still apostates will rage ...
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... thou dark and weary stranger , From the tropic's palmy strand , Bowed with toil , with mind benighted , What would'st thou upon our land ? " " Am I not , O man , thy brother ? " Spake the stranger patiently , " All that makes thee , man ...
... thou dark and weary stranger , From the tropic's palmy strand , Bowed with toil , with mind benighted , What would'st thou upon our land ? " " Am I not , O man , thy brother ? " Spake the stranger patiently , " All that makes thee , man ...
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... Thou art happy , —I am sorrowing Thou art rich , and I am poor ; In the name of our one Father , Do not spurn me from your door . Thus the dark one spake , imploring To each stranger passing nigh ; But each child and man and woman ...
... Thou art happy , —I am sorrowing Thou art rich , and I am poor ; In the name of our one Father , Do not spurn me from your door . Thus the dark one spake , imploring To each stranger passing nigh ; But each child and man and woman ...
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Page 78 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 32 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Page 68 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 192 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more ! + CXIX.
Page 28 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Page 24 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 78 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 94 - Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 190 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Page 106 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.