7 Quotes by William Edmondstoune Aytoun

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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