William Edmondstoune Aytoun Quotes

• Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Art, Beats, Plaid

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1870). “Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers: And Other Poems”, p.171

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• Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Scotland, Giving, Scottish

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1870). “Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers: And Other Poems”, p.171

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• The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Home, Tree, Heaven

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1921). “Poems of William Edmondstoune Aytoun”

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• Fhairshon had a son,
  Who married Noah's daughter,
  And nearly spoil'd to Flood,
  By trinking up ta water:
  Which he would have done,
  I at least believe it,
  Had ta mixture peen
  Only half Glenlivet.

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Daughter, Believe, Son

  "Firmilian: A "spasmodic" Tragedy".

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• He is coming! He is coming! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom.

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Hero, Rooms, Prison

  1848 Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and other Poems,'The Execution of Montrose', stanza14.

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• They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Grief, Boredom, Woe

  1848 Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and other Poems,'The Island of the Scots', stanza12.

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• Fhairshon swore a feud Against the clan M,Tavish; Marched into their land To murder and to rafish; For he did resolve To extirpate the vipers, With four-and-twenty men And five-and-thirty pipers.

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Men, Land, Twenties

  Theodore Martin (sir.), William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1866). “The book of ballads [by sir T. Martin and W.E. Aytoun] ed. by Bon Gaultier”, p.128

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• Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken heather, And the hard and trampled sod, Whence his angry soul ascended To the judgment seat of God!

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun

  Fashion, Lying, Broken

  William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1870). “Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers: And Other Poems”, p.105

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