ISBN: 9780217886468

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: AULD SCOTIA, I LOVE THEE! 21 I 've stood by the side of the lofty Niagara, And gazed with delight on the grand waterfall; I Ve sailed the Missouri and famed Mississippi, But Cree thou art dearer to me than them all! WRECK OF THE "JANET WIGNALL." [The "Janet Wignall" (Captain R.W. Jones) was a vessel Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: AULD SCOTIA, I LOVE THEE! 21 I 've stood by the side of the lofty Niagara, And gazed with delight on the grand waterfall; I Ve sailed the Missouri and famed Mississippi, But Cree thou art dearer to me than them all! WRECK OF THE "JANET WIGNALL." [The "Janet Wignall" (Captain R.W. Jones) was a vessel trading tetween Creetown Granite Quarries and Liverpool. On a return voyage she went to pieces on the Borgue Coast, during a terrible gale on the morning of the 18th January, 1879, when all on board-7 in number- perished. For the widows and orphans of the deceased men, the Cree- tonians, with true Gallovidian generosity, raised an ample fund for their maintenance. Through the energy of Mr. Cooke, Ed. Galloway Gazette, Newton-Stewart, a considerable amount was added to the fund. Mr. J.L. Toole, the celebrated actor, was amongst the subscribers. The following appeared in the Galloway Gazette:- "It is thought that such had been the fury of the storm that the boat had become unmanageable at sea; or that, through the darkness of the night and the thickness of the snow and sleet, the lighthouse at Ross Point had been obscured, so there was no friendly beacon to warn the poor mariners of their terrible danger. Be that as it may, when the storm had subsided, and daylight had dawned, the Borgue shore at Borness Point was strewed with dead bodies and pieces of the wreck. Once more Charles Kingsley's lines were true in everything save the number- " ' Three corpses lie out in the shining sands, In the morning gleam, as the tide goes down; And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come home to the town. " ' For men must work, and women must weep; And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep; And good-bye to the bar and its Books, History~~General, Banks-O-Cree-and-Other-Poems~~Isa-Cowan, , , , , , , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217886468

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1882 Excerpt: ... LINES ON THE DEATH OF A. AND I. C, The Beloved Children Op J. And I. C, Newton-stewart. ''Tis the shadowy hour of evening, And through the mists I see Loved forms and happy faces That are hidden now from me,--Hidden where the yew tree waveth, In the churchyard''s sombre gloom; Shining in the fields of glory, Where flowers for ever bloom. As the shadows deepen round me I breathe a weary sigh, Round my neck soft arms are stealing, Little pattering feet go by. With sounds of mirth and music, From the dead and buried past, They smile and flit around me, And my heart beats loud and fast. Through the gloom the sun is shining, Broken is the mystic spell, I see my little Agues And my bright-eyed Isabel. No vain regrets nor longings Can mar their perfect bliss; Oh! I would not recall them To a weary world like this. On the silvery shore they ''re standing, And beckoning me to come; With their little hands to guide me, Sweet will be my welcome home. ACEOSTIC. M y sister dear, ''tis long since we, I n youthful innocence and glee, S at down by yon clear murmuring rill; S weet vanished hours, ye haunt me still. R ound each loved spot I ofttimes roam, A nd think of dear ones long since gone; C ould I recall those friends once more, H ow I would greet them as of yore; E ndearing tales would then be told--L ove''s magic lore will ne''er grow old. A nd, sister dear, where''er you be, R emember still the banks o'' Cree; M any fond delightful hours S pent we ''mong its leafy bowers; T hrough childhood''s bright and happy days, R ambling on its flowery braes, O r wading in the rippling streams, N o care disturbed our youthful dreams; G one, gone for aye, are those bright scenes. TO A LITTLE FRIEND IN KILMARNOCK. They tell me thou art fair, Wee Dick, Fragile and very wise, With wreaths... Isa Cowan, Books, History, The Banks O' Cree, and Other Poems Books>History, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217886468

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1882 Excerpt: ... LINES ON THE DEATH OF A. AND I. C, The Beloved Children Op J. And I. C, Newton-stewart. ''Tis the shadowy hour of evening, And through the mists I see Loved forms and happy faces That are hidden now from me,--Hidden where the yew tree waveth, In the churchyard''s sombre gloom; Shining in the fields of glory, Where flowers for ever bloom. As the shadows deepen round me I breathe a weary sigh, Round my neck soft arms are stealing, Little pattering feet go by. With sounds of mirth and music, From the dead and buried past, They smile and flit around me, And my heart beats loud and fast. Through the gloom the sun is shining, Broken is the mystic spell, I see my little Agues And my bright-eyed Isabel. No vain regrets nor longings Can mar their perfect bliss; Oh! I would not recall them To a weary world like this. On the silvery shore they ''re standing, And beckoning me to come; With their little hands to guide me, Sweet will be my welcome home. ACEOSTIC. M y sister dear, ''tis long since we, I n youthful innocence and glee, S at down by yon clear murmuring rill; S weet vanished hours, ye haunt me still. R ound each loved spot I ofttimes roam, A nd think of dear ones long since gone; C ould I recall those friends once more, H ow I would greet them as of yore; E ndearing tales would then be told--L ove''s magic lore will ne''er grow old. A nd, sister dear, where''er you be, R emember still the banks o'' Cree; M any fond delightful hours S pent we ''mong its leafy bowers; T hrough childhood''s bright and happy days, R ambling on its flowery braes, O r wading in the rippling streams, N o care disturbed our youthful dreams; G one, gone for aye, are those bright scenes. TO A LITTLE FRIEND IN KILMARNOCK. They tell me thou art fair, Wee Dick, Fragile and very wise, With wreaths... Isa Cowan, Books, History, The Banks O' Cree, and Other Poems Books>History <