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# Tibby Fowler (1)/Roslin Castle

ROSLIN CASTAE.
'Twas in that season of the year. When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin with the morning ray, Arose and sung his rural lay Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung; The hiils and dales with Nanny rung: While Roslin Castle heard the swain, And echo'd back the cheerful strain.
Awake sweet muse, the breathing spring; With rapture warms; awake and sing; ​Awake, and join the vocal throng, And haill the morning with a song, To Nancy raise the cheerful lay, O bid her haste and come away; In sweetest smiles herself adorn. And add new graces to the morn.
O hark, my love! on ev'ry spray, Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay; 'Tis beauty fires the rav'sh'd throng, And love inspires the melting song. Then let my ravish'd notes arise. For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes; And love my rising bosom warms. And fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love thy Colin's lay, With rapture calls. Oh! come away: Come, while the muse this wreath shall twine, Around the modest brow of thine. O hither haste and with thee bring, That beauty, blooming like the spring; Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd heart of mine.
FINIS.
# Tullochgorum, The Death of Sally Roy, Roslin Castle, and Was You at the Shirra-Muir/Roslin Castle

ROSLIN CASTLE.
'Twas in that season of the year, When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin, with the morning ray, Arose and sung his rural lay, Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung, The hills and dales with Nannie rung; While Roslin castle heard the swain, And echoed back the cheerful strain.
Awake, sweet Muse! the breathing spring With rapture warms, awake and sing! Awake and join the vocal throng, Who hail the morning with a song: To Nannie raise the cheerful lay; O! bid her haste and come away; In sweetest smiles herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn!
O hark, my love! on ev'ry spray, Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay; ​'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng, And love inspires the melting song: Then let my raptur'd notes arise, For beauty darts from Nannie's eyes, And love my rising bosom warms, And fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love! thy Colin's lay With rapture calls, O come away! Come, while the Muse this wreath shall twine Around that modest brow of thine. O! hither haste, and with thee bring That beauty blooming like the spring, Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd breast of mine.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Roslin Castle

Roslin Castle.
I.
[The beautiful tune of "Roslin Castle" has been often erroneously ascribed to Oswald, a musical composer who lived in the early part of the last century. But it is to be found in a publication before his day—M'Gibbon's Collection of Scots Tunes,—where it is called "The House of Glams." The old words are supposed to be lost. The following appear in Herd's Collection, 1776, but by what author is not known.]
From Roslin castle's echoing walls Resound my shepherd's ardent calls, My Colin bids me come away, And love demands I should obey. His melting strain and tuneful lay, So much the charms of love display, I yield—nor longer can refrain To own my love, and bless my swain. ​No longer can my heart conceal The painful pleasing flame I feel, My soul retorts the am'rous strain, And echoes back in love again; Where lurks my songster? from what grove Does Colin pour his notes of love? O bring me to the happy bow'r, Where mutual love may bliss secure.
Ye vocal hills that catch the song, Repeating, as it flies along, To Colin's ear my strain convey, And say, I haste to come away. Ye zephyrs soft that fan the gale, Waft to my love the soothing tale; In whispers all my soul express, And tell, I haste his arms to bless.
II.
[Written by Richard Hewit, who, when very young, was engaged by the blind poet, Dr. Blacklock, as his guide and amanuensis. Hewit subsequently became secretary to Lord Milton, and died in 1794. He was a native of Cumberland.]
'Twas in that season of the year, When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin, with the morning ray, Arose and sung his rural lay. Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung: The hills and dales with Nannie rung: While Roslin Castle heard the swain, And echoed back his cheerful strain.
Awake, sweet muse! The breathing spring With rapture warms: awake, and sing! Awake and join the vocal throng, And hail the morning with a song: To Nannie raise the cheerful lay; O, bid her haste and come away In sweetest smiles herself adorn,
And add new graces to the morn!
O look, my love! on every spray A feather'd warbler tunes his lay; 'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng, And love inspires the melting song: Then let the raptured notes arise: For beauty darts from Nannie's eyes; And love my rising bosom warms, And fills my soul with, sweet alarms.
Oh, come, my love! Thy Colin's lay With rapture calls: O, come away! Come, while the muse this wreath shall twine Around that modest brow of thine. O! hither haste, and with thee bring That beauty blooming like the spring, Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd heart of mine!
# Roslin Castle

"’Twas in that season of the year"
* "Roslin Castle", in The Post Captain (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Roslin Castle", in The beggar girl (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Roslin Castle", in Banks of Forth (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Roslin castle", in Musical garland (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Roslin Castle", in Said a Smile to a Tear (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Roslin Castle", in Tibby Fowler (1824), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Roslin Castle", in Tullochgorum, The Death of Sally Roy, Roslin Castle, and Was You at the Shirra-Muir (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Roslin Castle", in Home! Sweet Home! (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Roslin Castle", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Donald Caird's Come Again

* "Donald Caird's come again", in Musical garland (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Donald Caird", in Three Scotch songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Donald Caird", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Musical garland/Donald Caird's come again

Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird's come again; Donald Caird's come again; Tell the news in brugh and glen, Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird can lilt and sing, Blythely dance the highland fling: Drink till the gudeman be blind Fleech till the gudewife be kind, Hoop a leglin, clout a pan, Crack a pow wi‘ ony man. Tell the news in burgh and glen, Donald Caird‘s come again.
​Donald Caird can wire a maukin, Kens the wiles o' dun deer staukin, Leisters kipper, mak’s a shift, To shoot a moorfowl in the drift. Water-bailiffs, rangers, keepers, He can wauk when ye are sleepers; Not for bounty or reward, Dare ye mill wi‘ Donald Caird.
Donald Caird can drink a gill, Fast as hostler wife can fill; Ilka ane that sells good liquor, Kens how Donald bends a bicker: When he‘s fou he‘s proud and saucy, Keeps the cantle o‘ the causey; Highland chief and lowland laird, Maun gi‘e room to Donald Caird.
Steek the amrie, lock the kist, Else some gear may weel be mist; Donald Caird finds orra things, Whare Allan Gregor fand the tings; Daunts o' kebbucks, taits o‘ woo, Whiles a hen and whiles a sow: Webs or duds frae hedge or yard.— Ware the woody, Donald Caird.
On Donald Caird the doom was stern, Craig to tether—legs to airn: But Donald Caird wi’ muckle study, Caught the gift to cheat the woody. Sings o airn, and bolts o‘ steel, Fell like ice frae hand and heel; Watch the sheep in fauld and glen, Donald Caird's come again, &c.
# Three Scotch songs/Donald Caird

DONALD CAIRD.
Donald Caird's come again; Donald Caird's come again; Tell the news in burgh and glen, Donald Caird‘s come again.
Donald Caird can lilt and sing: Blythely dance the Highland fling. Drink till the gudeman be blind; Fleech till the gudewife be kind;— Hoop a leglin, cloot a pan, Crack a pow wi‘ ony man; Tell the news in burgh and glen, Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird can wire a maukin, Kens the wiles o’ dun deer staukin; Leisters kipper; makes a shift To shoot a muirfowl in the drift, Water bailiffs, rangers, keepers, He can wauk when you are sleepers Not for bountith or reward Dare you mill wi‘ Donald Caird.
​Donald Caird can drink a gill Fast as hostle wife can fill; Ilka ane that sells good liquor Kens how Donald bends a bicker. When he's fou, his stout and saucey Keeps the cantle o‘ the causey; Highland chief and Lowland laird, Maun gie room to Donald Caird.
Steek the amrie, lock the kist, Else some gear may soon be mist; Donald Caird finds orra things Whare Allan Gregor fand the tangs; Dunts o’ kebbuc' taits o’ woo, Whiles a hen, and whiles a sow: Wabs or duds, frae hedge or yard, ‘Ware the woody, Donald Caird
On Donald Caird the doom was stern, Craig to tether—legs to airn: But Donald Caird‘ wi‘ muckle study, Caught the gift to cheat the woody. Kings o‘ airn and bolts o‘ steel, Fell like ice frae hand and heel:— Watch the sheep in fauld and glen, Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird‘s come again; Donald Caird‘s come again; Dinna let the Shirra ken Donald Caird's come again
# The Book of Scottish Song/Donald Caird

Donald Caird.
[Written by Sir Walter Scott for Albyn's Anthology, vol. ii. 1818, and set to music in Mr. Thomson's collection, 1822.]
Donald Caird's come again! Donald Caird's come again! Tell the news in brugh and glen, Donald Caird's come again!
Donald Caird can lilt and sing, Blithely dance the Highland fling; Drink till the gudeman be blind, Fleech till the gudewife be kind; Hoop a leglan, clout a pan, Or crack a pow wi' ony man: Tell the news in brugh and glen, Donald Caird's come again.
Donald Caird can wire a maukin, Kens the wiles o' dun-deer staukin; Leisters kipper, makes a shift To shoot a muir-fowl i' the drift: Water-bailiffs, rangers, keepers, He can wauk when they are sleepers; Not for bountith, or reward, Daur they mell wi' Donald Caird.
Donald Caird can drink a gill, Fast as hostler-wife can fill; Ilka ane thrt sells gude liquor, Kens how Donald bends a bicker: When he's fou he's stout and saucy, Keeps the cantle o' the causey; Highland chief and Lawland laird Maun gi'e way to Donald Caird.
Steek the awmrie, lock the kist, Else some gear will sune be mist; Donald Caird finds orra things Where Allan Gregor fand the tings: Dunts o' kebbuck, taits o' woo, Whiles a hen and whiles a soo, Webs or duds frae hedge or yard— Ware the wuddie, Donald Caird!
On Donald Caird the doom was stern, Craig to tether, legs to airn: But Donald Caird, wi' muckle study, Caught the gift to cheat the wuddie. Rings o' airn, and bolts o' steel, Fell like ice frae hand and heel! Watch the sheep in fauld and glen, Donald Caird's come again.
# Three Scotch songs

THREE
Scotch SONGS.
Donald Caird.
Bundle and Go.
The Haughs of Crumdel.
GLASGOW, PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
* Donald Caird
* Bundle and Go
* The Haughs of Crumdel
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Selections from the American Poets/The Autumn Evening

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THE AUTUMN EVENING.
# Selections from the American Poets/Hymn of Nature

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HYMN OF NATURE.
# Three Scotch songs/Bundle and Go

BUNDLE AND GO.
Out o'er yon mountain and o'er yon lang muir, There lives a young lassie o' twenty and twa, And aft I hae ca'd at her auld mithers door, To try for to wile my dear Mary awa; But aye she'll say, which maks me so eerie, I winna, I canna say weel yes or no In love I'll prove aye true to my dearie, Although now I munna lad Bundle and Go,
Yestreen at the gloaming beside the haw tree. While the wee bits o' birdies were making their mane Wha but the dear lass wi' the blue rolling e'e, Out o'er the green meadows came tripping her lane The rose, that blows it wasna sae bonny, Sae rare sae fair, like twa that did glow, In hue, sae true are the cheeks o' my honey, That fain I would hae for to Bundle and Go.
Her saft hair loose on her bare neck like snaw, Mair white than the lillie that grows on the lea, But the smile that she gied was the sweetest o' a’. That glanc'd frae the blink o’ her bonny blue e'e; Nae care, nae guile, was seen in my Mary, Nor vain, to pain, my love that did glow, Her heart to part, and leave Castlecarry. It whispered refusal to Bundle and Go.
I clasped the dear lasssie, beside the haw bush. Her sweet cherry lips I kiss'd mony times weel, While haftlins consenting, a red rosy blush, It made me believe her heart it was leal; ​I press’d, carress'd, fu' snug and fu' cheerie, My love, my dove, to ease a’ my woe; I lap she spak', I will be your dearie, And leave my auld mither and Bundle and Go.
Then Johnny enraptured, nae mair did complain, Nor she her auld mither did heed ony mair, But blythely they tripp’d o'er the green dewy plain As blythe as Auroro a' divested of care; As gay, as May, sae sweet and sae cheerie, Sae leal. sae weel, to banish each woe Her pride, His pride; and each others dearie, Resolv’d wi' the ither to Bundle and Go,
Now contented they live aye beside the haw tree, And they auld mither's gotten a but and a beni And Mary the lass wi the blue rolling e'e, May do what she likes wi her Johnny ye ken; Thro' life, his wife, fu' snug and fu’ cheerie, Aye ready, ane steady, to meet weel or woe, And never, to sever, but each other's dearie, Till death gies the word for to Bundle and Go.
# The Knickerbocker/Volume 64

* Number 1 (July 1864) (transcription project)
* Number 2 (August 1864) (start transcription)
* Number 3 (September 1864) (start transcription)
* Number 4 (October 1864) (start transcription)
* Number 5 (November 1864) (start transcription)
* Number 6 (December 1864)
# Bundle and Go (n.d., Stirling)/Donald and Mary

DONALD AND MARY.
Young Mary sang wi‘ love in her e‘e, Beneath the bonny hawthorn tree, That blooms out o'er yon flowery lee, Beside the burn sae cheerie, O.
O! whar is gane my ain lad, My braw lad, my bonny lad, O! whar is gane my ain lad, That lo'ed me ever dearly, O.
Young Donald was a bonny lad, Dress'd in his silk and tartan plaid, An' aye he made my heart fu' glad, While aft he kiss'd me cheerie, O.
Fu' trig he was at kirk or fair, There's nane wi' him I could compare, An' I was sure aye to be there, Alang then wi' my dearie, O.
But when my love did pleasing smile, The sodgers did his heart beguile, An' tore him frae me mony a mile, An' gart him le'e his dearie,.
​But still I‘ll wait and ne'er repine. While fortune still may on me shine, An‘ bring him back to mak him mine, An' never leave his dearie, O.
While thus she sang an' made a mane, Waefu' sitting a‘ her lane, Her lad unken'd come back again, The lad she Lo‘d sae dearly, O. But still she sang, my, &c.
While there he kiss'd her cherry mou, Her wonted colour frae her flew, An' half o'ercome her Donald knew, That lo'ed her ever dearly, O. An' then she sang, my, &c.
There many a blush glow'd on her cheek, A tear did then her love bespeak, An' baith their hearts did fondness beat. That each had found their dearie, O. Nae mair she sang, my, &c.
An' now behind the hawthorn tree, Baith they live frae sorrow free, An' never till the day she'll die. She'll sing again sae eerie, O. O! where is gane, my, &c.
# Bundle and Go (n.d., Stirling)/The Wonders

THE WONDERS.
Your laughter i'll try to provoke, With the words I've got in my travels; And first is a pig in a poke, Next a law-case without any cavils; Tol lol, &c.
A straw poker, a tiffany boat, Paper boots to walk dry thro' the ditches; A new lignumvitæ great coat, Flint waistcoat and pair of glass breeches. Tol lol, &c.
A dimity warming pan new, Steel night cap, and pair of lawn bellows: A yard-wide foot-rule, and then two Odd shoes that belong to odd fellows. Tol lol, &c.
China wheelbarrow, earthen-ware gig, A book bound in wood with no leaves to‘t, Besides a new velveret wig Lin'd with tripe, and a long pair o‘ sleeves to't. Tol lol, &c.
A coal-scuttle trim'd with Scottish gauze, Tickled crimpets and barricoed muffins; ​Tallow stewpan, nankeen chest of drawers; Dumb alarm ball to frighten humguffins; Tol lol, &c.
Six knives and forks made of red tape, A patent wash leather polony; A gilt coat with a gingerbread cape, And Lin'd with the best macaroni. Tol lol, &c.
A plumb pudding made of !;u5h[inillegible] deal, A pnt of mahogany capers; A gooseberry pye made of veal, And stuff’d with two three-corner'd scrapers; Tol loo, &c.
Sour cruet sweeten'd well with small coal, A fricaseed carpenter's mallet; A cast iron, toad in a hole; And a monstrous great hole in the ballad. Tol lol, &c.
# Bundle and Go

* "Bundle and Go", in Three Scotch songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Bundle and go", in The calm dewy morning (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Bundle and Go", in Bundle and Go (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Bundle and Go (n.d., Stirling)/Bundle and Go

BUNDLE AND GO.
Out o’er yon mountain and o'er yon lang muir, There lives a young lassie o' twenty and twa, And aft I hae ca'd at her auld mither’s door, To try for to wile my dear Mary awa: But aye she'll say, which maks me so eerie, I winna, I canna, say weel yes or no, In love, I’ll prove aye true to my dearie, Although no I munna lad Bundle and Go.
Yestreen at the gloaming beside the haw tree, While the wee bits a’ birdies were making their mane, Wha but the dear lass wi' the blue rolling e'e, Out o’er the green meadows came tripping her lane. The rose that blows it wasna sae bonny, Sae rare, sae fair like twa that did glow, In hue, sae true, are the cheeks o‘ my honey, That fain I would hae for to Bundle and Go.
Her saft hair loose on her bare back, like snaw, Mair white than the lilie that grows on the lea, But the smile that she gied was the sweetest o‘ a', That glanc'd frae the blink o' her bonny blue e‘e; ​Nae care, nae guile, was seen in my Mary, Nor vain, to pain, my love that did glow, Her heart, to part, and leave Castlecarry. It whispered refusal to Bundle and Go.
I clasp’d the dear lassie, beside the haw bush, Her sweet cherry lips I kiss’d mony times weel, While hafflins consenting, a red rosy blush, It made me believe that her heart it was leal; I press’d, caress'd, fu’ snug and fu’ cheerie, My love, my dove, to ease a’ my woe, I lap. she spak’, I will be your dearie. And leave my auld mither and Bundle and Go.
Then Johnny, enraptur’d, nae mair did complain, Nor she her auld mither did heed ony mair, But blythely they tripp’d o’er the green dewy plain, As blythe as Auro a’ divested of care; As gay, as May, sae sweet and sae cheerie, Sae leal, sae weel, to banish each woe, Her pride, His pride, and each other's dearie, Resolv’d wi’ the ithtr to Bundle and Go.
Now contented they live aye beside the haw tree,
And the auld mither’s gotten a but and a (illegible text), And Mary the lass wi' the blue rolling e'e, May do what she likes wi’ her Johnny ye ken; Thro’ life, his wife, fu' snug and fu' cheerie, Aye ready, and steady, to meet weel or woe, ​And never, to sever, but each other's dearie, Till death gies the word for to Bundle and Go.
# Bundle and Go (n.d., Stirling)

The date is estimated
Bundle and Go;
To which are added,
Donald and Mary,
The Wonders,
Sweet Kitty o’ the Clyde.
STIRLING: Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, By W. Macnie, Bookseller.
* Bundle and Go
* Donald and Mary
* The Wonders
* Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Three Scotch songs/The Haughs of Crumdel

THE HAUGHS OF CRUMDEL
AS I came in by Auchendown, A little wee bit frae the town, Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel.
​Chorus. Sing tanteradel, tanteradel, Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel!
I met a man in tartan trews, I spear'd at him what was the news? Says he, The Highland army rues, That e'er they came to Crumdel.Sing, &c.
Lord Livingston rode from Inverness, Our Highland Lads for to distress, And has brought us a' unto disgrace. Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing, &c.
The English Gen'ral he did say, We'll give the Highland Lads fair play, We'll sound our trumpets, and give huzza. And waken them at Crumdel.Sing, &c.
Says Livingston, I hold it best, To catch them lurking in their nest, The Highland Lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel.Sing, &c.
So they were in bed, Sir, every one. When the English army on them came, And a bloody battle soon began, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing, &c.
The English horse they were so rude, They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood. Our noble clans most firmly stood, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
​But our noble Clans they cold not stay, Out over the hills they ran away, And sore they do lament the day. That ever they came to Crumdel.Sing &c.
Says great Montrose, I must not stay, Wilt thou direct the nearest way, Over the hills I‘ll go this day And see the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
Alas! my Lord, you are not strong You've scarcely got two thousand men There is twenty thousand on the plain Lies rank and file in Crumdel.Sing &c.
Says great Montrose, I will not stay So direct me to the nearest way, For over the hills I‘ll go this day And see the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c
They were at dinner every man, When great Montrose upon them came, And a second battle soon began Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
The Grants, M‘Kenzies and M‘Kay As soon as Montrose they did espy They stood and fought most manfully Upon the Haughs of Cromdel.Sing &c.
The M'Donolds they returned again The Camerons did their standard join M'Intoshes played a bonny game Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
​The M‘Phersons fought like lions bold M‘Gregors none could them controul, M‘Laughlans fought like valiant souls Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c
M'Leans M'Dougals and M.Neil. So boldly as they took the field. And made their enemies to yield, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
The Gordons boldly did advance. The Frazers fought with sword ard lance. The Grahams made their heads to dance. Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
The Royal Stewarts and Monroes So boldly as they faced their foes, And brought them down by handy blows Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
Out of twenty thousand Englishmen: Five hundred fled to Aberdeen: The rest of them they all lay slain Upon the Haughs of Crumdel:Sing &c:
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)

Date is estimated
THE
Haughs of Crumdel.
THE CHARMING WIDOW.
I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.
LOVE, AND OUR OCEAN HOME.
YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
17.
* The Haughs Of Crumdel
* You'll Find No Change In Me
* The Charming Widow
* I've Dreamt That Thou Art Fading
* Love And Our Ocean Home
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Nerve

This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "Nerve," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Nerves," in The New Student's Reference Work, Chicago: F.E. Compton and Co. (1914)
* "Nerves" (1920), a poem by Iris Tree
# Island

This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "Island," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "The Island" (1823), a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* "Islands" (1920), a poem by Iris Tree