Tag: Scottish Borders

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by Maud Sulter
On leaving / you playfully punched / my left / shoulder. / / The sensation / remains / / But your / voice fades / / The sensation / remains / But your / image fades / / I / short of breath / tremble / / I think / you’ve / cracked / a / rib.
by Will H. Ogilvie
Ho! for the blades of Harden! / Ho! for the driven kye! / The broken gate and the lances’ hate / ...
by Will H. Ogilvie
HEART! If you’ve a sorrow / Take it to the hills! / Lay it where the sunshine / ...
by Will H. Ogilvie
Just a line of blue hills to remember: / Just a valley one fails to forget, / Whether bound with...
by Will H. Ogilvie
If you chance to strike a gathering of half-a-dozen friends / When the drink is Highland whusky or some chosen Border blends, / And...
by Will H. Ogilvie
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen / With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of...
by Will H. Ogilvie
I remember the tilt of the deep canvas chairs, and then men / sitting idle, / And out in the paddocks a hoof...
by Will H. Ogilvie
As I came over the Harden hill / A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill / In his pride to be first recorder / Of...
by Will H. Ogilvie
The hill road to Roberton: Ale Water at our feet, / And grey hills and blue hills that melt away and meet, / With...
by Sir Walter Scott
By lone St. Mary’s silent lake: / Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge / Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge; / Abrupt and sheer, the...
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