Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's ...
... Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's ...
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... Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the ⚫ ev'ning gale , ' X. Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A Wretch a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , ensnaring art , Betray sweet Jenny's ...
... Beneath the milk - white thorn that scents the ⚫ ev'ning gale , ' X. Is there , in human form , that bears a heart- A Wretch a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , ensnaring art , Betray sweet Jenny's ...
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... Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre . XV . Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
... Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre . XV . Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
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... beneath his fin - avenging rod . 6 Fain would I fay , Forgive my foul offence ! Fain promise never more to difobey ; But , should my Author health again difpenfe , Again I might defert fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might go ...
... beneath his fin - avenging rod . 6 Fain would I fay , Forgive my foul offence ! Fain promise never more to difobey ; But , should my Author health again difpenfe , Again I might defert fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might go ...
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... THOU , the first , the greateft friend Of all the human race ! Whofe ftrong right - hand has ever been Their ftay and dwelling - place " ! Before Before the mountains heav'd their heads Beneath Thy forming hand ( 38 ) THE ...
... THOU , the first , the greateft friend Of all the human race ! Whofe ftrong right - hand has ever been Their ftay and dwelling - place " ! Before Before the mountains heav'd their heads Beneath Thy forming hand ( 38 ) THE ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard blaft blate bleft bleſs bofom bonnie Braxie bright chearful Claut corn Craigdarroch Crunt Daur dear dimin Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fcorn fhall fide fight filent fing flow'rs fmall fober focial fome Fortune's foul fpring frae ftill ftones ftorm ftrains fure fweet Glenriddel glorious Green grow heart Heav'n honeft horfe John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallans laſt mair maun Maxwelton moffy monie mourn Mufe ne'er neebor night noife o'er owre the Sea pleaſure pleugh poor Pow'r pride profe reft roar Scotia's Scotland Scottish language ſhall SHANTER ſhe ſhelter ſhould Snick ſpare Sugh ſweet taen tear thee theſe thoſe thou thro twas Twill unco weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe Whoſe wind winna wiſh Ye'll Yokin younkers
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Страница 22 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Страница 10 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Страница 15 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Страница 9 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er wi...
Страница 16 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Страница 199 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Страница 13 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Страница 87 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools; If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars? Ye'd better ta'en up spades and shools, Or knappin'-hammers. A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An...
Страница 179 - I'm the sov'reign of Scotland, And mony a traitor there, Yet here I lie in foreign bands, And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That...