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MINSTRELSY. 279
His right are these hills, and his right are these
vallies, [none !
Where wild beasts find shelter, tho' I can find
But 'tis not my sufferings, thus wretched,
forlorn ! [mourn ;
My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I
Your faith proved so loyal in hot bloody trial,
Alas ! can I make it no better return.
PRINCE CHARLES'S LAMENT.
O think not I weep that an outcast I roam,
That the black heath at midnight thus cheer-
less I tread; [home,
Tho' the realm of my sires dare not yield me a
Scarce a cave on her mountains to shelter my
head.
Though the day brings no comfort, the night no
repose,
Yet not for my own doth my spirit repine,
But in anguish I weep for the sorrows of those
Whose eyes and whose bosoms have melted
for mine.
The yell of the blood-hounds that hunt them
by day,
On my short startled slumbers forever attends,
While the watch-fires that beacon my night-
covered way, [of my friends.
Are the flames that have burst from the roofs
an apology for the aberrations of Charles's later years, by ascribing
them to the influence of grief and disappointment pressing upon
a wounded and broken spirit.
His right are these hills, and his right are these
vallies, [none !
Where wild beasts find shelter, tho' I can find
But 'tis not my sufferings, thus wretched,
forlorn ! [mourn ;
My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I
Your faith proved so loyal in hot bloody trial,
Alas ! can I make it no better return.
PRINCE CHARLES'S LAMENT.
O think not I weep that an outcast I roam,
That the black heath at midnight thus cheer-
less I tread; [home,
Tho' the realm of my sires dare not yield me a
Scarce a cave on her mountains to shelter my
head.
Though the day brings no comfort, the night no
repose,
Yet not for my own doth my spirit repine,
But in anguish I weep for the sorrows of those
Whose eyes and whose bosoms have melted
for mine.
The yell of the blood-hounds that hunt them
by day,
On my short startled slumbers forever attends,
While the watch-fires that beacon my night-
covered way, [of my friends.
Are the flames that have burst from the roofs
an apology for the aberrations of Charles's later years, by ascribing
them to the influence of grief and disappointment pressing upon
a wounded and broken spirit.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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