For I must tell you, I was given to understand in my childhood, that the British island from which my forefathers came, was no lot...us-garden, no paradise of serene sky and roses and music and merriment all the year round, no, but a cold foggy mournful country, where nothing grew well in the open air, but robust men and virtuous women, and these of a wonderful fibre and endurance; that their best parts were slowly revealed; their virtues did not come out until they quarrelled: they did not strike twelve the first time; good lovers, good haters, and you could know little about them till you had seen them long, and little good of them till you had seen them in action; that in prosperity they were moody and dumpish, but in adversity they were grand.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled... Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart,... I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come, little boy, and rock asleep; Sing lullaby and be thou still;... I, that can do naught else but weep, Will sit by thee and wail my fill: God bless my babe, and lullaby From this thy father's quality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:... Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »