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

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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.

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

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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!

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Like a bridegroom from his room,
Came the hero from his prison
To the scaffold and the doom.

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Fhairshon had a son,
Who married Noah's daughter,
And nearly spoiled ta Flood,
By drinking up the water.

Which he would have done,
I at least pelieve it,
Had the mixture been
Only half Glenlivet.

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All night long the northern streamers Shot across the trembling sky: Fearful lights, that never beckon Save when kings or heroes die.

W. E. Aytoun

W. E. Aytoun

W. E. Aytoun

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Born: June 21, 1813

Died: August 4, 1865 (aged 52)

Bio: William Edmondstoune Aytoun was a Scottish lawyer and poet.

Known for:

The Book of Ballads (1849)
Stories by English Authors: Scotland

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