Robert Nicollpoetry1 минDown by the WoodDOWN by the woodWhen daylight is breaking,And the first breath of dawnThe green leaves is shaking,…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минAuld DonaldDONALD fought in France and Spain,Donald mony men hath killed,And frae the pouches o' the slainAft has he his spleuchan filled.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минThe Muir o' Gorse and BroomI WlNNA bide in your castle ha's,Nor yet in your lofty towers,—My heart is sick o' your gloomy hame,An' sick o' your darksome bowers;…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минJanet MacbeanJANET MACBEAN a public keeps,An' a merry auld wife is she;An' she sells her ale wi' a jaunty air,That would please your heart to see.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минWe Are Brethren A'A HAPPY bit hame this auld world would be,If men, when they're here, could make shift to agree,An' ilk said to his neighbour, in cottage an' ha',"Come, gi'e me your hand—we are brethren a'."I ken na why ane wi' anither should fight,…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry3 минOur Auld HearthstaneWHERE ance the cozie fire was bienThe winter rain-drap owrie fa's;My father's floor wi' grass is green,And roofless are the crumblin' wa's.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минMinister TamA WEE raggit laddie he cam' to our toun,Wi' his hair for a bannet—his taes through his shoon:An' aye when we gart him rise up in the morn,The ne'er do-well herdit the kye 'mang the corn:…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe Spinnin'-WheelI WINNA sing o' bluidy deeds an' waefu' war's alarms;For glancin' swords an' prancin' steeds, for me possess naecharms;But I will sing o' happiness which fireside bosoms feel,…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минThe Beloved OneO! the rose is like her ruby lip,And the lily like her skin;And her mouth like a faulded violet,Wi' the scented breath within;…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe ProvostA BARE-LEGGIT callant came out o' the north,And set himself down in our borough,The loon had a dour and a miserly look,Folk said he'll no leave in a hurry.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минThe Folk o’ OchtergaenOchtergaen, so provincially named, is Auchtergaven,a village midway between Perth and Dunkeld.HAPPY, happy be their dwallin’s,By the burn an’ in the glen,—Cheerie lasses, cantie callans,…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минWE'LL a' go pu' the heather—WE'LL a' go pu' the heather—Our byres are a' to theek:Unless the peat-stack get a hap,We'll a' be smoored wi' reek.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe Place That I Love BestWHERE the purple heather bloomsAmang the rocks sae gray—Where the moorcock's whirring flight,Is heard at break of day—…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минMy GrandfatherHALE be thy honest trusty heart,And hale thy beld and snawy pow,The hand of eld ne'er furrowed o'erA baulder or a manlier brow.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минThe Battle WordIN Scotland's cause—for Scotland's gude,We'll blithely shed our dearest bluid,—An' stand or fa' as freeman should,As we hae done before.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минJanet DunbarA SONSY auld carline is Janet Dunbar—A donsy auld carline is Janet Dunbar;For a gash skilly body, weel kent near and far,Through the hale kintra side, cantie Janet Dunbar.Folk speer her advice, baith the greatest and least,…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry3 минThe WooingTHOUGH overly proud, she was bonnie an' young,And, in spite o' her jeers an' her scornin',I lo'ed her as weel, or mair than mysel';An' I followed her e'enin' an' mornin'.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минMy HameO! I HA'E loved the heather hills,Where summer breezes blaw;An' I ha'e loved the glades that gangThrough yonder greenwood-shaw!…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минMenieFu' ripe, ripe was her rosy lip,And raven was her hair;And white, white was her swan-like neck—Her een like starnies were!…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe Lass of Turrit Ha’AMANG the hills, the rocky hills,Where whirs the moorcock, waves the heather,Ae bonnie morn, in lightsome June,I wi’ a lassie did foregather.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe Hopes of AgeWE maun wear awa', Robbie, we needna repine,This head lang has lain in that bosom of thine;We are auld, we are frail, we are lanely and a',Nae mane will we mak' though we're wearin' awa'!Frae our auld cottar-house, it winna be lang…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минThe BailieDOWN the street the Bailie comes—Faith he keeps the causey-crown,He bans the sergeants black and blue,The bellman gets the name o' loon.…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry2 минThe Ha' BibleCHIEF of the household godsWhich hallow Scotland's lowly cottage-homes!While looking on thy signsThat speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me…Читать далее
Robert Nicollpoetry1 минOur Auld GudemanHE was a carle in his day,And siccar bargains he could mak',When o'er a bicker he was set,And deep in a twa-handed crack.…Читать далее