Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... 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 fmile , The lifping infant ...
... 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 fmile , The lifping infant ...
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... way , Nor learns their guilty lore ! Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride Cafts forth his eyes abroad , But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD . That That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ( 34 )
... way , Nor learns their guilty lore ! Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride Cafts forth his eyes abroad , But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD . That That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ( 34 )
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Robert Burns. That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow ; The fruitful top is fpread on high , And firm the root below . But he whofe bloffom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be caft , And like the rootlefs ...
Robert Burns. That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow ; The fruitful top is fpread on high , And firm the root below . But he whofe bloffom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be caft , And like the rootlefs ...
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... rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms G 4 O ( 103 ) At Wallace' name what Scottish blood ...
... rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms G 4 O ( 103 ) At Wallace' name what Scottish blood ...
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... tree ; Thy gloom will foothe my chearless foul , When Nature all is fad like me ! And maun I fill on Menie doat , And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e ! For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . K ...
... tree ; Thy gloom will foothe my chearless foul , When Nature all is fad like me ! And maun I fill on Menie doat , And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e ! For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . K ...
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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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