He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die. — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I… — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoiled to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I… — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well… — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel. — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the… — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid! — William Edmondstoune Aytoun Copy Share Image
