The Disruption, a Scottish Tale of Recent Times. [By William Cross.]

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Page 288 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 224 - William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes...
Page 351 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields, with bread, "Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 162 - and the widow buried her face in her hands, and sobbed as if her heart would break. The sufferer, aroused from his partial slumber by the sobs of his mother, extended his hand feebly toward her.
Page 160 - I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy : But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had toe never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 171 - Redressing injury, revenging wrong, To aid the damsel and destroy the caitiff; Opposing singly the united strong, From foreign yoke to free the helpless native: — Alas!
Page 264 - Stately and slow, and properly attended By the whole sable tribe, that painful watch The sick man's door, and live upon the dead, By letting out their persons by the hour, To mimic sorrow when the heart's not sad. How rich the trappings! now they're all unfurled, And glittering in the sun; triumphant entries Of conquerors, and coronation pomps, In glory scarce exceed. Great gluts of people Retard th' unwieldy show: whilst from the casements, And houses' tops, ranks behind ranks, close wedged, Hang...
Page 85 - Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer! How many then should cover that stand bare! How many be commanded that command! How much low peasantry would then be gleaned From the true seed of honour! and how much honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd! Well, but to my choice. 'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.
Page 147 - Next from Deninos, every house and hut, Her simple guileless people hie away ; That day the doors of parish-school were shut, And every scholar got his leave to play : Down rush they light of heart and light of foot, Big plowmen, in their coats of hodden gray, Weavers despising now both web and treadle, Collier and collier's wife, and minister and beadle.

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