you playfully punched
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
/ Ho! for the driven kye!
/ The broken gate and the lances’ hate
HEART! If you’ve a sorrow
/ Take it to the hills!
/ Lay it where the sunshine
Just a line of blue hills to remember:
/ Just a valley one fails to forget,
/ Whether bound with…
If you chance to strike a gathering of half-a-dozen friends
/ When the drink is Highland whusky or some chosen Border blends,
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
I remember the tilt of the deep canvas chairs, and then men
/ sitting idle,
/ And out in the paddocks a hoof…
As I came over the Harden hill
/ A whaup on the moor was whistling shrill
/ In his pride to be first recorder
The hill road to Roberton: Ale Water at our feet,
/ And grey hills and blue hills that melt away and meet,
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…
Slowly the sea is parted from the sky:
/ The light surprises, crinkling on the water.
/ The white sun hardens; cliffs solidify.
/ A long…
‘Oh, what hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord,
/ Strappit flaught owre his braid saddle-bow?