Violet Jacob Rise Poems

  • 1.
    "O tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin' norlan' Wind,
    As ye cam' blawin' frae the land that's niver frae my mind?
    My feet they traivel England, but I'm dee'in for the north."
    "My man, I heard the siller tides rin up the Firth o' Forth."
    ...
  • 2.
    The land is white, an' far awa'
    Abune ae bush an' tree
    Nae fit is movin' i' the snaw
    On the hills I canna see;
    ...
  • 3.
    Lay me in yon place, lad,
    The gloamin's thick wi' nicht;
    I canna' see yer face, lad,
    For my een's no richt,
    ...
  • 4.
    In the prison-house of the dark
    I lay with open eyes,
    And pale beyond the pale windows
    I saw the dawn rise.
    ...
  • 5.
    Aweel, I'm couped. But wha' could tell
    The road wad rin sae sair?
    I couldna gang yon pace mysel',
    An' I winna try nae mair!
    ...
  • 6.
    Out in the upland places,
    I see both dale and down,
    And the ploughed earth with open scores
    Turning the green to brown.
    ...
  • 7.
    There's a wind comes doon frae the braes when the licht is spreadin'
    Chilly an' grey,
    An' the auld cock craws at the yett o' the muirland steadin'
    Cryin' on day;
    ...
  • 8.
    When winter's pulse seems dead beneath the snow,
    And has no throb to give,
    Warm your cold heart at mine, beloved, and so
    Shall your heart live.
    ...
Total 8 Rise Poems by Violet Jacob

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Ron Scrimgeour: Such a talent and so often overlooked. From her poetry, to her children's books and the Indian diaries, Violet Jacob is a giant of Scottish literature. And when you consider Flemington - the Jacobite epic tale of Angus - Violet Jacob is in a class of her own. Skirlin' Wattie, the beggar piper, steals every paragraph he is featured in.

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