In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.algernon charles swinburne: 1878 Poems and Ballads (2nd edn),'A Forsaken Garden'.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.john galt: 1829 'Canadian Boat Song', a translation from the Gaelic attributed to Galt, published in Blackwood's Magazine, Sep. It has also been attributed to Walter Scott.
If Freud had worn a kilt in the prescribed Highland manner he might have had a very different attitude to genitals.Wilson: 1986 In the Observer, 24 Aug.
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass!william wordsworth: 1803-5 'The Solitary Reaper', l.1-4 (published1807).
The golden Hours on angel wingsFlew o'er me and my Dearie;For dear to me as light and lifeWas my sweet Highland Mary.Robert Burns: Highland Mary, st. 2 (1792)
"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief"Across this stormy water;And I'll forgive your Highland chief,My daughter! O my daughter!"thomas campbell: Stanza 13.
Already an old man, he [Samuel Johnson] ventured on his Highland tour; and his heart, bound with triple brass, did not recoil before twenty-seven individual cups of tea.Robert Louis Stevenson: 314.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;Blot out the epic’s stately rhyme,But spare his "Highland Mary!"john greenleaf whittier: Line on Burns, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Trees which grow in places facing the course of the sun are not of porous fiber but are solid, being drained by the dryness... The trees in sunny neighborhoods, therefore, being solidified by the compact texture of their fiber, and not being porous from moisture, are very useful, so far as durability goes, when they are hewn into timber. The lowland firs, being conveyed from sunny places, are better than those highland firs, which are brought here from shady places.Chapter X "Highland and Lowland Fir" Sec. 1
Suddenly he saw them, the bottles of aguardiente, of anís, of jerez, of Highland Queen, the glasses, a babel of glasses towering, like the smoke from the train that day built to the sky, then falling, the glasses toppling and crashing, falling downhill from the Generalife Gardens, the bottles breaking, bottles of Oporto, tinto, blanco, bottles of Pernod, Oxygènée, absinthe, bottles smashing, bottles cast aside, falling with a thud on the ground in parks, under benches, beds, cinema seats, hidden in drawers at Consulates, bottles of Calvados dropped and broken, or bursting into smithereens, tossed into garbage heaps, flung into the sea, the Mediterranean, the Caspian, the Caribbean, bottles floating in the ocean, dead Scotchmen on the Atlantic highlands and now he saw them, smelt them, all, from the very beginning bottles, bottles, bottles, and glasses, glasses, glasses, of bitter, of Dubonnet, of Falstaff, Rye, Johnny Walker, Vieux Whiskey blanc Canadien, the apéritifs, the digestifs, the demis, the dobles, the noch ein Herr Obers, the et glas Araks, the tusen taks, the bottles, the bottles, the beautiful bottles of tequila, and the gourds, gourds, gourds, the millions of gourds of beautiful mescal . . .malcolm lowry: Ch. X (p. 292)
Trees which grow in places facing the course of the sun are not of porous fiber but are solid, being drained by the dryness... The trees in sunny neighborhoods, therefore, being solidified by the compact texture of their fiber, and not being porous from moisture, are very useful, so far as durability goes, when they are hewn into timber. The lowland firs, being conveyed from sunny places, are better than those highland firs, which are brought here from shady places.vitruvius: Chapter X "Highland and Lowland Fir" Sec. 1
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.william butler yeats: The Stolen Child, st. 1
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry: Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his Highland Mary!John Greenleaf Whittier, Burns, last stanza
Our earth is very old, an old warrior that has lived through many battles. Nevertheless, the face of it is still changing, and science sees no certain limit of time for its stately evolution. Our solid earth, apparently so stable, inert, and finished, is changing, mobile, and still evolving. Its major quakings are largely the echoes of that divine far-off event, the building of our noble mountains. The lava floods and intriguing volcanoes tell us of the plasticity, mobility, of the deep interior of the globe. The slow coming and going of ancient shallow seas on the continental plateaus tell us of the rhythmic distortion of the deep interior-deep-seated flow and changes of volume. Mountain chains prove the earth's solid crust itself to be mobile in high degree. And the secret of it all the secret of the earthquake, the secret of the “temple of fire,” the secret of the ocean basin, the secret of the highland is in the heart of the earth, forever invisible to human eyes.Reginald Aldworth Daly in “Our Mobile Earth” Chapter VII p.320 quoted in : Carl C. Gaither, Alma E. Cavazos-Gaither Gaither's Dictionary of Scientific Quotations:, Springer Science & Business Media, 4 January 2012, p.588
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land."Canadian Boat Song", an anonymous poem first published in Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, September 1829, and ostensibly translated from the Gaelic. There has been much debate as to the poem's authorship.