Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place O, to abide in the desert with thee! — James Hogg Copy Share Image
He had one uniform practice, and a very bad one it was, during the time of family worship, and just three or four seconds… — James Hogg Copy Share
The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie. — James Hogg Copy Share
“The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction” — James Hogg Copy Share
The charge was left entirely to himself from midnight until the rising of the sun; and if all the shepherds in the Forest had… — James Hogg Copy Share
O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness! — James Hogg Copy Share
“Will you no come back again? Better loved you’ll never be, And will you no come back again?” — James Hogg Copy Share
If a body could just find oot the exac' proper proportion and quantity that ought to be drunk every day, and keep to that,… — James Hogg Copy Share
A shepherd may be a very able, trusty, and good shepherd, without a sweetheart - better, perhaps, than with one. But what is he… — James Hogg Copy Share
Without the shepherd's dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence. — James Hogg Copy Share
It would require more hands to manage a stock of sheep, gather them from the hills, force them into houses and folds, and drive… — James Hogg Copy Share
“Having been bred amongst mountains I am always unhappy when in a flat country. Whenever the skirts of the horizon come on a level… — James Hogg Copy Share
What is the life of a man more than the life of a lamb, or any guiltless animal? — James Hogg Copy Share
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!… — James Hogg Copy Share
He was scarcely then a year old, and knew so little of herding that he had never turned a sheep in his life; but… — James Hogg Copy Share
