Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Band 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... rest : The Parent - pair their fecret homage pay , And proffer up to Heav'n the warm requeft , That He who ftills the raven's clam'rous neft , And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For ...
... rest : The Parent - pair their fecret homage pay , And proffer up to Heav'n the warm requeft , That He who ftills the raven's clam'rous neft , And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For ...
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... banks of Ayr , I spy'd a man , whose aged step Seem'd weary , worn with care ; His face was furrow'd o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . II . Young ftranger , whither wand'rest thou ! ( II . ( 18 ) MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. ...
... banks of Ayr , I spy'd a man , whose aged step Seem'd weary , worn with care ; His face was furrow'd o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . II . Young ftranger , whither wand'rest thou ! ( II . ( 18 ) MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. ...
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Robert Burns. II . Young ftranger , whither wand'rest thou ! ( Began the rev'rend Sage ; ) Does thirst of wealth thy ftep constrain , Or youthful Pleasure's rage ? Or haply , preft with cares and woes , Too foon thou haft began To wander ...
Robert Burns. II . Young ftranger , whither wand'rest thou ! ( Began the rev'rend Sage ; ) Does thirst of wealth thy ftep constrain , Or youthful Pleasure's rage ? Or haply , preft with cares and woes , Too foon thou haft began To wander ...
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... Before the sweeping blaît . For why ? that God the good adore Hath giv'n them peace and rest , But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly bleft . C 2 A A . PRAYER Under the Pressure of Violent Anguisḥ . ( 35 )
... Before the sweeping blaît . For why ? that God the good adore Hath giv'n them peace and rest , But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly bleft . C 2 A A . PRAYER Under the Pressure of Violent Anguisḥ . ( 35 )
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... rest , Aboon them a ' it pleas'd me best , That fome kind husband had addreft To fome fweet wife : It thirl'd the heart - strings thro ' the breast , A ' to the life . I've scarce heard ought defcrib'd fae weel , What gen'rous , manly ...
... rest , Aboon them a ' it pleas'd me best , That fome kind husband had addreft To fome fweet wife : It thirl'd the heart - strings thro ' the breast , A ' to the life . I've scarce heard ought defcrib'd fae weel , What gen'rous , manly ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard blaſt blate bleft bleſs bofom bonnie Braxie bright chearful Claut cloſe corn Craigdarroch Crunt Daur dear dimin Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fcorn fhall fhould fide filent fing flow'rs fmall focial fome fooliſh Fortune's foul fpare fpring frae ftand ftill 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 noiſe o'er owre the Sea pleaſure plough poor Pow'r pride profe reft roar ſcarce ſcenes Scotia's Scotland Scottish language ſhall SHANTER ſmall Sugh taen tear thee thoſe thou thro twas Twill unco Warlocks weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe Whoſe wind winna wiſh Ye'll Yokin younkers
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Seite 199 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 14 - That thus they all shall meet in future days ; There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 203 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Seite 10 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Seite 6 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Seite 54 - The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip, To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border; Its slightest touches, instant pause — Debar a' side pretences; And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.
Seite 75 - Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight ; Na, faith ye yet ! ye'll no be right, Till ye've got on it, The vera tapmost, tow'rin height 0' Miss's bonnet. My sooth ! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump an...
Seite 198 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi...
Seite 51 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Seite 219 - If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it. If in your bounds ye chance to light Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight, O...