The Poetical Works: Of Robert Fergusson, with the Life of the Author. By David Irving. Embellished with Three Elegant Engravings. Chapman and Lang's EditionChapman and Lang, 1800 - 223 Seiten |
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... happy to hear how Sandie Young , and John Coomans do , hav- ing often experienced their kindness , and been happy in their company . In our passage from Boston to Hampton , we had a very narrow escape with our lives , being surrounded ...
... happy to hear how Sandie Young , and John Coomans do , hav- ing often experienced their kindness , and been happy in their company . In our passage from Boston to Hampton , we had a very narrow escape with our lives , being surrounded ...
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... happy effort.e 77 1 . Now murky fhades surround the pole : Darkness lords without controul ; To the notes of buzzing owl , Lions roari and tygers howl , Fright'ning from their azure shrine , Stars that wont in orbs to fhine : Now the ...
... happy effort.e 77 1 . Now murky fhades surround the pole : Darkness lords without controul ; To the notes of buzzing owl , Lions roari and tygers howl , Fright'ning from their azure shrine , Stars that wont in orbs to fhine : Now the ...
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... happy lay , While hills responsive waft your songs away . Cor . May plenteous crops your irksome labour crown , May hoodwink'd Fortune cease her envious frown ; May riches still increase with growing years ; Your flocks be numerous as ...
... happy lay , While hills responsive waft your songs away . Cor . May plenteous crops your irksome labour crown , May hoodwink'd Fortune cease her envious frown ; May riches still increase with growing years ; Your flocks be numerous as ...
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... are the arrows of love . No swain once so happy as I , Nor tun'd with more pleasure the reed ; My breast never vented a sigh , Till STELLA approach'd the gay mead . With mirth , with contentment endow'd , My hours they -8 THE COMPLAINT: ...
... are the arrows of love . No swain once so happy as I , Nor tun'd with more pleasure the reed ; My breast never vented a sigh , Till STELLA approach'd the gay mead . With mirth , with contentment endow'd , My hours they -8 THE COMPLAINT: ...
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... happy days ? My lot was envied by each humbler swain ; Each bard in smooth eulogium sung my praise , And DAMON listen'd to the guileful strain . Flattery , alluring as the Syren's lay , And as deceitful thy inchanting tongue , How have ...
... happy days ? My lot was envied by each humbler swain ; Each bard in smooth eulogium sung my praise , And DAMON listen'd to the guileful strain . Flattery , alluring as the Syren's lay , And as deceitful thy inchanting tongue , How have ...
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aften Arthur's Seat Auld Reikie baith beauty blaw blest blythe bonny braw breeze browster busk caller canna canty cheer chiel cottar cou'd death dowy e'en e'er Eclogue Edina's Elegy ev'ry fair Fancy Fergusson Fife flow'rs fock frae friends gales glowr green groves hail hame happy hath heart heeze ilka lads lang's lasses lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse Nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er plain poem poet poortith pow'r ROBERT FERGUSSON round SAMUEL JOHNSON scene seenil shade shepherd shore shou'd sighs siller simmer sing smiles song spring strain streams swain sweet thee thir thole thou thro tongue trow Twas unco virtue voice wame weel weet Whan Whare Whase Whilk wing wirrikow wonted yence youth
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Seite 106 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 52 - Sing his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm, Pan, the father of our sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round, Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound.
Seite 105 - Maks mony kail-worms butterflies, Gies mony a doctor his degrees For little skaith : In short, you may be what you please Wi' gude Braid Claith. For thof ye had as wise a snout on As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton, Your judgment fouk wad hae a doubt on, I'll tak my aith, Till they cou'd see ye wi* a suit on O
Seite 116 - An' may they scad their lips fu' leal, That dip their spoons in ither's kail. ODE TO THE GOWDSPINK. Jr RAE fields where Spring her sweets has blawn Wi' caller verdure our the lawn, The Gowdspink comes in new attire, The brawest 'mang the whistling choir, That, ere the sun can clear his ein, Wi' glib notes sane the simmer's green.
Seite 117 - mang the sudden fa's O' winter's dreary dreepin' snaws. Now steekit frae the gowany field, Frae ilka fav'rite houff and bield, But mergh, alas ! to disengage Your bonny bouck frae fettering cage, Your free-born bosom beats in vain For darling liberty again. In window hung, how aft we see Thee keek around at warblers free. That carrol saft, and sweetly sing Wi
Seite 168 - The scansing glories o' carmine ! Ah, legs ! in vain the silk-worm there Display'd to view her eident care ; For stink, instead of perfumes, grow, And clarty odours fragrant flow. Now some to porter, some to punch, Some to their wife, and some their wench, Retire, while noisy ten-hours' drum Gars a' your trades gac dand'ring home. Now mony a club, jocose and free, Gie a...
Seite 140 - TO THE TRON-KIRK BELL. WANWORDY, crazy, dinsome thing, As e'er was fram'd to jow or ring, What gar'd them sic in steeple hing They ken themsel', But weel wat I they cou'dna bring Waur sounds frae hell.
Seite 127 - An' loup like Hebe o'er the grass, As wanton and as free, Frae dule this day. 'I dwall amang the caller springs That weet the Land o' Cakes, And aften tune my canty strings At bridals and late-wakes: They ca...
Seite 98 - For nought can cheer the heart sae weel As can a canty Highland reel; It even vivifies the heel To skip and dance: Lifeless is he wha canna feel Its influence. Let mirth abound ; let social cheer Invest the dawning of the year; Let blithesome innocence appear To crown our joy; Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy.
Seite 134 - O mock na this, my friends ! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear ; Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.