The Highland Bagpipe: Its History, Literature, and Music, with Some Account of the Traditions, Superstitions, and Anecdotes Relating to the Instrument and Its Tunes

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A. Gardner, 1901 - 420 sivua
 

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Sivu 322 - Come, as the winds come when Forests are rended ! Come, as the waves come when Navies are stranded...
Sivu 253 - bring Steenie the pipes that I am keeping for him!" MacCallum brought a pair of pipes might have served the piper of Donald of the Isles. But he gave my gudesire a nudge as he offered them; and looking secretly and closely, Steenie saw that the chanter was of steel, and heated to a white heat; so he had fair warning not to trust his fingers with it. So he excused himself again, and said he was faint and frightened, and had not wind aneugh to fill the bag. "Then ye maun eat and drink, Steenie," said...
Sivu 223 - A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl Till roof and rafters a
Sivu 123 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard,— and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Sivu 146 - Not the braes of broom and heather, Nor the mountains dark with rain, Nor maiden bower, nor border tower, Have heard your sweetest strain! Dear to the Lowland reaper, And plaided mountaineer, — To the cottage and the castle The Scottish pipes are dear ; — Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch O'er mountain, loch, and glade; But the sweetest of all music The pipes at Lucknow played. Day by day the Indian tiger Louder yelled, and nearer crept; Round and round the jungle-serpent Near and nearer circles...
Sivu 328 - Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. Though hurricanes rise...
Sivu 322 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes.
Sivu 314 - HEARD ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ! 'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear ; And her sire, and the people, are called to her bier. Glenara came first with the mourners and shroud ; Her kinsmen they...
Sivu 73 - As lang as we hae breath to draw, And dance, till we be like to fa', The reel o' Tullochgorum ! There needs na be sae great a phrase Wi' dringing dull Italian lays; I wadna gi'e our ain strathspeys . For half a hundred score o' 'em: They're douff and dowie at the best, Douff and dowie, douff and dowie, They're douff and dowie at the best, Wi
Sivu 297 - ... the Highlands have been drained, not of their superfluity of population, but of the whole mass of the inhabitants, dispossessed by an unrelenting avarice, which will be one day found to have been as shortsighted as it is unjust and selfish.

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