Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Том 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... ; With heart - ftruck anxious care , inquires his name , While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears , it's nae wild , worthless Rake . VIII . VIII . 1 Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ( 6 )
... ; With heart - ftruck anxious care , inquires his name , While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears , it's nae wild , worthless Rake . VIII . VIII . 1 Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ( 6 )
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... wild ! XI . But now the Supper crowns their fimple board , The healfome Parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The foupe their only Hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan fnugly chows her cood : The Dame brings forth in complimental ...
... wild ! XI . But now the Supper crowns their fimple board , The healfome Parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The foupe their only Hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan fnugly chows her cood : The Dame brings forth in complimental ...
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... wild warbling measures rife , Or plaintive Martyrs , worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin beets the heav'n - ward flame , The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compar'd with these , Italian trills are tame ; The tickl'd ears no heart ...
... wild warbling measures rife , Or plaintive Martyrs , worthy of the name ; Or noble Elgin beets the heav'n - ward flame , The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compar'd with these , Italian trills are tame ; The tickl'd ears no heart ...
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... wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre . XV . Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was fhed ; How He , who bore in Heav'n the fecond name , Had not on Earth whereon ...
... wild , feraphic fire ; Or other Holy Seers that tune the facred lyre . XV . Perhaps the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was fhed ; How He , who bore in Heav'n the fecond name , Had not on Earth whereon ...
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... haft formed me With Paffions wild and frong ; And lift'ning to their . witching voice Has often led me wrong . IV . Where human weakness has come fhort , Or frailty ftept afide , Do Do Thou , All - Good ! for fuch Thou ( 26 )
... haft formed me With Paffions wild and frong ; And lift'ning to their . witching voice Has often led me wrong . IV . Where human weakness has come fhort , Or frailty ftept afide , Do Do Thou , All - Good ! for fuch Thou ( 26 )
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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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