Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... look amaift as weel's the new ; The Father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . VI . Their Master's an ' their Miftrefs's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er , tho ' out o ...
... look amaift as weel's the new ; The Father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . VI . Their Master's an ' their Miftrefs's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er , tho ' out o ...
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... tenfold force gives Nature's law , That Man was made to mourn . V. Look not alone on youthful Prime , Or Manhood's active might ; Man then is useful to his kind , Supported is his right . But But fee him on the edge of life , With ( 20 )
... tenfold force gives Nature's law , That Man was made to mourn . V. Look not alone on youthful Prime , Or Manhood's active might ; Man then is useful to his kind , Supported is his right . But But fee him on the edge of life , With ( 20 )
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... Looks down wi ' fneering , fcornfu ' view On fic a dinner ! Poor devil ! fee him owre his trash , As fecklefs as a wither'd rafh , His fpindle fhank a guid whip - lash , His nieve a nit ; Thro ' bloody flood or field to dash , O how ...
... Looks down wi ' fneering , fcornfu ' view On fic a dinner ! Poor devil ! fee him owre his trash , As fecklefs as a wither'd rafh , His fpindle fhank a guid whip - lash , His nieve a nit ; Thro ' bloody flood or field to dash , O how ...
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... look of pity hither caft , For Matthew.was a poor man . If thou a noble fodger art , That paffeft by this grave , man , There moulders here a gallant heart ; For Matthew was a brave man . If thou on men , their works and ways , Canft ...
... look of pity hither caft , For Matthew.was a poor man . If thou a noble fodger art , That paffeft by this grave , man , There moulders here a gallant heart ; For Matthew was a brave man . If thou on men , their works and ways , Canft ...
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... Look'd on the fading yellow woods That way'd o'er Lugar's winding ftream : Beneath a craigy steep , a Bard , Laden with years and meikle pain , In loud lament bewail'd his lord , Whom death had all untimely taen . He He lean'd him to an ...
... Look'd on the fading yellow woods That way'd o'er Lugar's winding ftream : Beneath a craigy steep , a Bard , Laden with years and meikle pain , In loud lament bewail'd his lord , Whom death had all untimely taen . He He lean'd him to an ...
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