What strong hands gathered thy precious treasures, There thin-skinned, smooth, in clustering bunches, And all around the lovely corri The wild-birds sat on their nests so neat, In deep, warm nooks and tufts of heather, Sheltered by knolls from the wind and sleet; And there from their beds, in the dew of the morning, Uprose the doe and the stag of ten, And the tall cliffs gleamed, and the morning reddened The Coire Cheathaich, the Misty Glen! Duncan Macintyre. Colinslee. THE LASS O' COLINSLEE. DOWN the dark brow o' Gleniffer Gloamin's dusky shadows fa'; Wak'nin' stars noo faintly glimmer, Down yon glen, whaur jinks the burnie Emblems o' thy peerless beauty, Lovely lass o' Colinslee. - Through the sweet green birks o' Thornlie Rustlin' zephyrs softly play; Frac his leafy bower the mavis Is thy witchin' voice o' gladness, Let ambition seek for pleasure, Hugh Macdonald. Coquet Water. COQUET WATER. HAN winter winds forget to blaw, WHAN An' vernal suns revive pale nature, Saft, saft he sung, in melting lays, His Mary's charms an' matchless feature, "O, were that bonnie lassie mine,” Quoth he, "in love's saft wiles I'd daut her; An' deem mysel' as happy syne, As landit laird on Coquet Water. "Let wealthy rakes for pleasure roam, "Gi'e fine folks wealth, yet what care I, Gi'e me her smiles whom I lo'e better; "Flow fair an' clear, thou bonnie stream, Andrew Scott. BONNIE COQUET-SIDE. MARY, look how sweetly spring Here in this brake, where lintwhites sing, I'll form a simmer bower, Beneath whose shade, in sultry days, We'll see the burnies glide, And sportive lambkins deck the braes, At morn, I'll mark how melting shine Or, tempted thereby, press to mine To breathe the halesome air, we'll rove And rest betimes, to speak o' love, The wild-rose pure, that scents the gale, The violet dark, and cowslip pale, I'll pu' to wreathe thy hair. O'er shelving banks or wimpling streams To spots where nature loveliest seems And when we view ilk furzy dale Mair sweet than aught that meets my ee Robert White. |