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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... smiles you'll tune the 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 ...
... smiles you'll tune the 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 ...
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... Smile thou , fair goddess ! on my sober lot ; I'll neither fear her fall , nor court her rise . When early darks shall ... smiles , Or Exercise enlarge their feeble pow'rs ? ' Tis not in richest mines of Indian gold , That man this jewel ...
... Smile thou , fair goddess ! on my sober lot ; I'll neither fear her fall , nor court her rise . When early darks shall ... smiles , Or Exercise enlarge their feeble pow'rs ? ' Tis not in richest mines of Indian gold , That man this jewel ...
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... smiles they cheer the rural swain , " For which the Peer to pompous titles born , " Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . " For the calm comforts of an easy mind ,. " In yonder lonely cot delight to dwell , " And leave the ...
... smiles they cheer the rural swain , " For which the Peer to pompous titles born , " Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . " For the calm comforts of an easy mind ,. " In yonder lonely cot delight to dwell , " And leave the ...
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... Mankind but die to live again . Depriv'd of thee must banners fall ; But where a living Hope is found , The legions shout at danger's call , And vict❜ries are triumphant crown'd . 39 Come then , bright Hope ! in smiles array'd , 20.
... Mankind but die to live again . Depriv'd of thee must banners fall ; But where a living Hope is found , The legions shout at danger's call , And vict❜ries are triumphant crown'd . 39 Come then , bright Hope ! in smiles array'd , 20.
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... smiles array'd , Revive us by thy quick'ning breath , Then shall we never be afraid To walk thro ' danger and thro ' death . THE RIVERS OF SCOTLAND : AN ODE . Set to music by Mr. COLLET , OER Scotia's parched land the Naiads flew , From ...
... smiles array'd , Revive us by thy quick'ning breath , Then shall we never be afraid To walk thro ' danger and thro ' death . THE RIVERS OF SCOTLAND : AN ODE . Set to music by Mr. COLLET , OER Scotia's parched land the Naiads flew , From ...
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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.