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31 Works of S. R. Crockett

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"The Heather Lintie"

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Janet Balchrystie lived in a little cottage at the back of the Long Wood of Barbrax. She had been a hard-working woman all her days, for her mother died when she was but young, and she had lived on, keeping her father’s house by the side of the single-track railway-line. Gavin Balchrystie was a foreman […]

In Praise Of Galloway

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New lands, strange faces, all the summer days My weary feet have trod, mine eyes have seen; Among the snows all winter have I been, Rare Alpine air, and white untrodden ways. From the great Valais mountain peaks my gaze Hath seen the cross on Monte Viso plain, Seen blue Maggiore grey with driving rain, […]

Out of the clinging valley mists I stray Into the summer midnight clear and still, And which the brighter is no man may say– Whether the gold beyond the western hill Where late the sun went down, or the faint tinge Of lucent green, like sea wave’s inner curve Just ere it breaks, that gleams […]

There’s a leaf in the book of the damask rose That glows with a tender red; From the bud, through the bloom, to the dust it goes, Into rose dust fragrant and dead. And this word is inscribed on the petals fine Of that velvety purple page– “Be true to thy youth while yet it […]

John

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Shall we, then, make our harvest of the sea And garner memories, which we surely deem May light these hearts of ours on darksome days, When loneliness hath power, and no kind beam Lightens about our feet the perilous ways? For of Eternity This present hour is all we call our own, And Memory’s edge […]

White as early roses, girt by daffodillies, Gleam the feet of maidens moving rhythmically, Roses of the mountains, flowers of the valley, Hill rose and plain rose and white vale lilies. Dewy in the meadow lands, clover blossoms mellow Lift their heads of red and white to the bride’s adorning; Sweetly in the sky-realms all […]

The Minister’s Loon

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Saw ye ae flour in a fair garden, Where the lilac blossom blooms cheerily; “Fairest and rarest ever was seen,” Sing the merle and laverock merrily. Watered o’ dew i’ the earliest morn, Lilac blossom blooms cheerily; Bield aboot wi’ a sweet hawthorn, Where the merle and lark sing merrily. Wha shall pu’ this flour […]

A Minister’s Day

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On either side the great and still ice sea Are compassing snow mountains near and far; While, dominant, Schreckhorn and Finsteraar Hold their grim peaks aloft defiantly. Blind with excess of light and glory, we, Above whose heads in hottest mid-day glare The Schreckhorn and his sons arise in air, Sink in the weary snowfields […]

The Minister-Emeritus

Story type: Literature

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Ho, let the viol’s pleasing swifter grow– Let Music’s madness fascinate the will, And all Youth’s pulses with the ardour thrill! Hast thou, Old Time, e’er seen so brave a show? Did not the dotard smile as he said “No”? Pshaw! hang the grey-beard–let him prate his fill; Men are but dolts who talk of […]

The Little Lame Angel

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In the field so wide and sunny Where the summer clover is, Where each year the mower searches For the nests of wild-bee honey, All along these silver birches Stand up straight in shining row, Dewdrops sparkling, shadows darkling, In the early morning glow; And in gleaming time they’re gleaming White, like angels when I’m […]

A Finished Young Lady

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I I cannot send thee gold Nor silver for a show; Nor are there jewels sold One-half so dear as thou. II No daffodil doth blow In this dull winter time, Nor purple violet grow In so unkind a clime. III To-day I have not got One spray of meadow-sweet, Nor blue forget-me-not My posy […]

Across The March Dyke

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I Far in the deep of Arden wood it lies; About it pleasant leaves for ever wave. Through charmed afternoons we wander on, And at the sundown reach the seas that lave The golden isles of blessed Avalon. When the sweet daylight dies, Out of the gloom the ferryman doth glide To take us both […]

North To The Arctic

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At home ’tis sunny September, Though here ’tis a waste of snows, So bleak that I scarce remember How the scythe through the cornland goes. With an aching heart I wander Through the cold and curved wreaths, And dream that I see meander Brown burns amid purple heaths : That I hear the stags on […]

The Back O’ Beyont

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I O nest, leaf-hidden, Dryad’s green alcove, Half-islanded by hill-brook’s seaward rush, My lovers still bower, where none may come but I! Where in clear morning prime and high noon hush With only some old poet’s book I lie! Sometimes a lonely dove Calleth her mate, or droning honey thieves Weigh down the bluebell’s nodding […]

” Now I wonder,” with a flicker Of the Old Ford in his eyes As he watched the snow come thicker, “Are the angels warm and rosy When the snow-storms fill the skies, As in summer when the sun Makes their cloud-beds warm and cosy? And I wonder if they’re sleeping Through this bitter winter […]

Forth from the place of furrows To the Town of the Many Towers; Full many a lad from the ploughtail Has gone to strive with the hours, Leaving the ancient wisdom Of tilth and pasturage, For the empty honour of striving, And the emptier name of sage. ” Shadows.” Without blared all the trumpets of […]

Mac’s Enteric Fever

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Merry are the months when the years go slow, Shining on ahead of us, like lamps in a row: Lamps in a row in a briskly moving town. Merry are the moments ere the night shuts down. ” Halleval and Haskeval.” In those days we took great care of our health. It was about the […]

A short to-day, And no to-morrow: A winsome wife, And a mickle sorrow– Then done was the May Of my love and my life. “Secrets.” [ Edinburgh student lodgings of usual type. ROGER CHIRNSIDE, M.A.; with many books about him, seated at table. JO BENTLEY and “TAD” ANDERSON squabbling by the fireplace.] Loquitur ROGER CHIRNSIDE. […]

The Prodigal Daughter

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Hard is it, O my friends, to gather up A whole life’s goodness into narrow space– A life made Heaven-meet by patient grace, And handling oft the sacramental cup Of sorrow, drinking all the bitter drains. Her life she kept most sacred from the world; Though, Martha-wise, much cumber’d and imperill’d With service, Mary-like she […]

Dominie Grier

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A grey, grey world and a grey belief, True as iron and grey as grief; Worse worlds there are, worse faiths, in truth, Than the grey, grey world and the grey belief. ” The Grey Land.” What want ye so late with Dominie Grier? To tell you the tale of my going on foot to […]

The Vandal and the Visigoth come here, The trampler under foot, and he whose eyes, Unblest, behold not where the glory lies; The wallower in mire, whose sidelong leer Degrades the wholesome earth–these all come near To gaze upon the wonder of the hills, And drink the limpid clearness of the rills. Yet each returns […]

The Old Tory

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One man alone, Amid the general consent of tongues. For his point’s sake bore his point– Then, unrepenting, died. The first time I ever saw the Old Tory, he was scurrying down the street of the Radical village where he lived, with a score of men after him. Clods and stones were flying, and the […]

The peats were brought, the fires were set, While roared November’s gale; With unbound mirth the neighbours met To speed the canty tale. A bask, dry November night at Drumquhat made us glad to gather in to the goodwife’s fire. I had been round the farm looking after the sheep. Billy Beattie, a careless loon, […]

A Scottish Sabbath Day

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” On this day Men consecrate their souls, As did their fathers.” * * * * * And ah! the sacred morns that crowned the week– The path betwixt the mountains and the sea, The Sannox water and the wooden bridge, The little church, the narrow seats–and we That through the open window saw the […]

I THE LAST ANDERSON OF DEESIDE Pleasant is sunshine after rain, Pleasant the sun; To cheer the parched land again, Pleasant the rain. Sweetest is joyance after pain, Sweetest is joy; Yet sorest sorrow worketh gain, Sorrow is gain. ” As in the Days of Old.” “Weel, he’s won awa’!” “Ay, ay, he is that!” […]

The Glistering Beaches

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For wafts of unforgotten music come, All unawares, into my lonely room, To thrill me with the memories of the past– Sometimes a tender voice from out the gloom, A light hand on the keys, a shadow cast Upon a learned tome That blurs somewhat Alpha and Omega, A touch upon my shoulder, a pale […]

Hail, World adored! to thee three times all hail! We at thy mighty shrine–profane, obscure With clenched hands beat at thy cruel door, O hear, awake, and let us in, O Baal! Low at thy brazen gates ourselves we fling– Hear us, even us, thy bondmen firm and sure, Our kin, our souls, our very […]

Under The Red Terror

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What of the night, O Antwerp bells, Over the city swinging, Plaintive and sad, O kingly bells, In the winter midnight ringing? And the winds in the belfry moan From the sand-dunes waste and lone, And these are the words they say, The turreted bells and they– “Calamtout, Krabbendyk, Calloo,” Say the noisy, turbulent crew; […]

Saint Lucy Of The Eyes

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[ Taken from the Journals of Travel written by Stephen Douglas, sometime of Culsharg in Galloway.] I. O mellow rain upon the clover tops; O breath of morning blown o’er meadow-sweet; Lush apple-blooms from which the wild bee drops Inebriate; O hayfield scents, my feet Scatter abroad some morning in July; O wildwood odours of […]

With Rosemary for remembrance, And Rue, sweet Rue, for you. It was at the waterfoot of the Ken, and the time of the year was June. “Boat ahoy!” The loud, bold cry carried far through the still morning air. The rain had washed down all that was in the sky during the night, so that […]

The Minister Of Dour

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This window looketh towards the west, And o’er the meadows grey Glimmer the snows that coldly crest The hills of Galloway. The winter broods on all between– In every furrow lies; Nor is there aught of summer green, Nor blue of summer skies. Athwart the dark grey rain-clouds flash The seabird’s sweeping wings, And through […]