Rampling sketches in the Far north, and Orcadian musingsSimpkin, Marshall, 1883 - 177页 |
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amongst ancient beautiful Birsay boat Brough Caithness called century chapel charms Church crans dance it goes deud Earl elves erected fair Fair Isle fairies feet Finstown fish Flotta giorten han grun Gisli grey grun oarlac Harray hills inscription island isles Jarl King Kirkwall Lady land loch Longhope Mammie Manse Mansie mermaid mound mountain night Norse Norsemen North Sea o'er Orcadian Orkney Orkneyinga Saga Orphir parish passed peats Pentland Firth Queen Mary's remains rock round Rousay sailed says Scandinavian scene Scotland Scowan urla grun seems seen selchie selkie sheep Shetland sheu shore SKETCH song spirits spot St Magnus St Margaret's Hope Stenness stone story Stromness summer thee thoo Thorfinn thou tide comes flowing Torquil trows tumuli vessel Vikings Walls waves Whar giorten wild wind witch woman wonderful Zetland
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第67页 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now, so you must be Prepare for death and follow me.
第106页 - The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
第55页 - FOR ever hallowed be this morning fair, Blest be the unconscious shore on which ye tread, And blest the silver Cross, which ye, instead Of martial banner, in procession bear ; The Cross preceding Him who floats in air, The pictured Saviour ! — By Augustin led, They come — and onward travel without dread, Chanting in barbarous ears a tuneful prayer — Sung for themselves, and those whom they would free...
第108页 - Till they perish and they suffer — some, 'tis whisper'd — down in hell Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel. Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar ; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN. I READ, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
第57页 - Tis the woof of victory. Ere the ruddy sun be set, Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet. Hauberk crash, and helmet ring. (Weave the crimson web of war) Let us go, and let us fly, Where our friends the conflict share, Where they triumph, where they die. As the paths of fate we tread, Wading through th' ensanguined field : Gondula, and Geira, spread O'er the youthful king your shield.
第56页 - See the griesly texture grow, ('Tis of human entrails made,) And the weights, that play below, Each a gasping Warrior's head. Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a Monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong.
第57页 - O'er the youthful King your shield. We the reins to slaughter give, Ours to kill, and ours to spare : Spite of danger he shall live.
第58页 - Eirin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see ; Long her strains in sorrow steep : Strains of immortality ! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun. Sisters, weave the web of death ; Sisters, cease ; the work is done.
第104页 - And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbour bar be moaning.