Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his e'e, Said, Jennie, for their sakes, oh marry me ! My heart it said nay; I looked for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; His ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee? Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me? My father urgit sair my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break : I hadna been a wife a week but only four, O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say; I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; LADY NAIRNE. Born 1766. Died 1845. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. I'm wearin' awa', Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, She was baith gude and fair, Jean, And oh we grudged her sair But sorrow's sel' wears past, Jean, In the land o' the leal. Sae dear that joy was bought, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Oh! dry your glistening e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Oh! haud ye leal and true, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now fare-ye-weel, my ain Jean, WILLIAM BLAKE. · Born 1757. Died 1827. SONG. How sweet I roamed from field to field, He showed me lilies for my hair, With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing sports and plays with me, Nineteenth Century. WILLIAM WORDWSORTH. Born 1770. Died 1850. MIST OPENING IN THE HILLS. So was he lifted gently from the ground, And with their freight homeward the shepherds moved Through the dull mist, I following when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul ! A wilderness of building, sinking far By earthly nature had the effect been wrought Now pacified on them, and on the coves And mountain steeps and summits, whereunto The vapours had receded, taking there Their station under a cerulean sky. Oh, 'twas an unimaginable sight! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Right in the midst, where interspace appeared |