Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... and reward ! ) O never , never , Scotia's realm defert ; But ftill the Patriot , and the Patriot - Bard , In bright fucceffion raife , her Ornament and Guard ! VOL . II . B MAN MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . A DIRG E. RG ( 17 )
... and reward ! ) O never , never , Scotia's realm defert ; But ftill the Patriot , and the Patriot - Bard , In bright fucceffion raife , her Ornament and Guard ! VOL . II . B MAN MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . A DIRG E. RG ( 17 )
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... bright Like onie ditch ; And then , O what a glorious fight , Warm - reekin , rich ! Then horn for horn they ftretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmoft , on they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ...
... bright Like onie ditch ; And then , O what a glorious fight , Warm - reekin , rich ! Then horn for horn they ftretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmoft , on they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ...
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... bright thy walks adorn , Gay as the gilded fummer fky , Sweet as the dewy milk - white thorn , Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy ! Fair B- ftrikes th ' adoring eye , Heav'n's beauties on my fancy fhine ; I fee the Sire of Love on high ...
... bright thy walks adorn , Gay as the gilded fummer fky , Sweet as the dewy milk - white thorn , Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy ! Fair B- ftrikes th ' adoring eye , Heav'n's beauties on my fancy fhine ; I fee the Sire of Love on high ...
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... bright L ***** k's , my friend to be , If I can hit it ! That would be lear eneugh for me , If I could get it . Now , Sir , if ye hae friends enow , Tho ' real friends , I b'lieve are few , Yet , if your catalogue be fou , I'fe no ...
... bright L ***** k's , my friend to be , If I can hit it ! That would be lear eneugh for me , If I could get it . Now , Sir , if ye hae friends enow , Tho ' real friends , I b'lieve are few , Yet , if your catalogue be fou , I'fe no ...
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... bright . This was deny'd , it was affirm'd ; The berds an ' biffels were alarm'd : The rev'rend gray - beards rav'd an ' ftorm'd , That beardless laddies Should think they better were inform'd Than their auld daddies . Frae Frae lefs to ...
... bright . This was deny'd , it was affirm'd ; The berds an ' biffels were alarm'd : The rev'rend gray - beards rav'd an ' ftorm'd , That beardless laddies Should think they better were inform'd Than their auld daddies . Frae Frae lefs to ...
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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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