Violet Jacob Stand Poems

  • 1.
    I canna' see ye, lad, I canna' see ye,
    For a' yon glory that's aboot yer heid,
    Yon licht that haps ye, an' the hosts that's wi' ye,
    Aye, but ye live, an' it's mysel' that's deid!
    ...
  • 2.
    I have brought no store from the field now the day is ended,
    The harvest moon is up and I bear no sheaves;
    When the toilers carry the fruits hanging gold and splendid,
    I have but leaves.
    ...
  • 3.
    The willows stand by Fringford brook,
    From Fringford up to Hethe,
    Sun on their cloudy silver heads,
    And shadow underneath.
    ...
  • 4.
    Craigo Woods, wi' the splash o' the cauld rain beatin'
    I' the back end o' the year,
    When the clouds hang laigh wi' the weicht o' their load o' greetin'
    And the autumn wind's asteer;
    ...
  • 5.
    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;
    ...
  • 6.
    I mind, when I dream at nicht,
    Whaur the bonnie Sidlaws stand
    Wi' their feet on the dark'nin' land
    An their heids i' the licht;
    ...
  • 7.
    Below the braes o' heather, and far alang the glen,
    The road rins southward, southward, that grips the souls o' men,
    That draws their fitsteps aye awa' frae hearth and frae fauld,
    That pairts ilk freen' frae ither, and the young frae the auld.
    ...
Total 7 Stand 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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