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Charles Mackay

Charles Mackay

The North Countrie

Hurrah! for the land of the thistle!
The clime of the fair and free!
Where the lassies are bonnie
And loving as ony,
The pride of the North Countrie!
Where Liberty dwells on the mountain,
Where Beauty inhabits the plain,
The land that never yet bent to the yoke
Of the Roman, the Goth, or the Dane.
 
Hurrah! for the land of the mountain!
Hurrah! for the North Countrie!
And joy to each laddie
That weareth the pladdie,
The badge of the bold and the free!
Hurrah! Caledonia trusty!
Hurrah! Caledonia true!
We’ll pledge thy weal in thy native drink,
In a bicker of mountain dew.

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Song to the Evening Star

Star! that sendest the bird To her dew-besprinkled nest, That sendest the hind to his cotta… And givest the weary rest! Star! O gentle star!
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In cold misfortune’s cheerless day… When joy and peace and love depart… When friends deceive, and hopes de… And sorrows press the heavy heart, O! Lord, Thou canst relief impart…
The Duel After the Masquerade, by Jean-Léon Gérôme
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You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor… He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have…
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To an Eagle

O! for an eagle’s wings, To brave the rugged blast, In spite of wind and storm to soar O’er mount and meadow vast. O! that I might, like thee,
The Alder Tree

Alder tree, O alder tree, Over his grave reclining; I’ve braided a wreath of the faire… That ever were fed by the spring-t… Or nursed by the summer shining.
Mariners’ Prayer, During a Storm

The loud blast leaps from wave to… Around our heads the thunders rave… And dark, dark is the midnight sky… Save when the lightning flashes hi… O! God whom we revere!
Winter

When the tempests fly O’er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings wearily… O! sweet is the mirth Of the social hearth,
German Drinking Song

Strew roses on the way, And think no more of grief, Short is the passing day, Short-lived the summer leaf; Short is our mortal span
The Graves of Our Fathers

Far away from the white man’s smok… In the woods and in silence deep, Under the shade of the beech and o… The bones of the heroes sleep. And there we go when the sky is gr…
The Will O’ the Wisp

Where the snake lurks in the tangl… By the slippery brink of the dank… Merrily O! Merrily O! I light my lamp, and forth I go! And to lure astray the lated wight…
The Wishing Gate

BALLAD. ’Tis dreamy midnight’s solemn hour… The busy village sleeps, And the pale moonbeam’s silver she… Its nightly vigil keeps;
On the Capitulation of Warsaw, September 1831

Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh… Freedom, though crushed, shall nev… Though for awhile her noble head Be trampled by the Cossack’s trea… Though the proud Russian lay her…
Under the Holly Bough

Ye who have scorned each other In this fast fading year, Or wronged a friend or brother, Come gather humbly here: Let sinned against and sinning
Saul and David

A voice of wailing and of woe Fills the proud monarch’s regal ha… There’s madness on the kingly brow… There’s frenzy in the soul of Sau… Where is the bard whose gifted lyr…
The Little Moles

When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league



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