Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Том 6 |
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... ( Auld Ayr , wham ne'er a town surpasses , For honest men and bonnie lasses ) . O Tam ! hadst thou but been sac wise , As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou wast a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken ...
... ( Auld Ayr , wham ne'er a town surpasses , For honest men and bonnie lasses ) . O Tam ! hadst thou but been sac wise , As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou wast a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken ...
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... auld haunted kirk . Ah , gentle dames ! it gars me greet , To think how mony counsels sweet , How mony lengthened , sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market - night , Tam had got planted unco right ...
... auld haunted kirk . Ah , gentle dames ! it gars me greet , To think how mony counsels sweet , How mony lengthened , sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market - night , Tam had got planted unco right ...
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... auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares ; Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh , Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry . By this time he was cross the ford , Whare in the snaw the chapman ...
... auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares ; Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh , Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry . By this time he was cross the ford , Whare in the snaw the chapman ...
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... reels , Put life and mettle in their heels . At winnock - bunker in the east , There sat auld Nick , in shape o ' beast ; A towzie tyke , black , grim , and large , To gie them music was his charge : He screwed 36 POEMS OF PLACES .
... reels , Put life and mettle in their heels . At winnock - bunker in the east , There sat auld Nick , in shape o ' beast ; A towzie tyke , black , grim , and large , To gie them music was his charge : He screwed 36 POEMS OF PLACES .
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... auld and droll , Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal , Lowping an ' flinging on a crummock - I wonder did na turn thy stomach . - But Tam kenned what was what fu ' brawlie . There was ae winsome wench and walie , That night inlisted in the ...
... auld and droll , Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal , Lowping an ' flinging on a crummock - I wonder did na turn thy stomach . - But Tam kenned what was what fu ' brawlie . There was ae winsome wench and walie , That night inlisted in the ...
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Страница 187 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Страница 45 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 46 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Страница iii - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Страница ix - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war- array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky; The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Страница 155 - Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Страница x - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Страница 25 - SHANTER: A TALE Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke. — GAWIN DOUGLAS. When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neebors neebors meet, As market-days are wearing late, An' folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An...
Страница 30 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Страница iii - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand...