The Caledonian Muse: A Chronological Selection of Scotish Poetry from the Earliest TimesJoseph Ritson Printed 1785, and now first pub. by R. Triphook, 1821 - 232 Seiten |
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... cause ; And lat her feik ane hairt for the , For feind a crum of the scho fawis . To quhat effect fould thou be thrall ? But thank fen thou hes thy fre will ; My hairt , be not fa beftiall , But knaw quha dois the guid or ill : Remane ...
... cause ; And lat her feik ane hairt for the , For feind a crum of the scho fawis . To quhat effect fould thou be thrall ? But thank fen thou hes thy fre will ; My hairt , be not fa beftiall , But knaw quha dois the guid or ill : Remane ...
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... mafter to the man , But thou to brutall beifts . 875 Sae we twae maun be twae , To cause baith kynds be knawn ; 880 Keip thyne then frae myne then , And ilk ane ufe thair awin . Then Then Will , as angrie as an ape , Ran 68 MONTGOMERY .
... mafter to the man , But thou to brutall beifts . 875 Sae we twae maun be twae , To cause baith kynds be knawn ; 880 Keip thyne then frae myne then , And ilk ane ufe thair awin . Then Then Will , as angrie as an ape , Ran 68 MONTGOMERY .
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... of Love you died of new In that deare bloud , which makes you look fo red ? No , none of those , but cause more high you blift , My ladies breft you bore , her lips you kift . 5 то ΤΟ ΑΝ O W L E. BY THE SAME . * 10.2 DRUM M O N D.
... of Love you died of new In that deare bloud , which makes you look fo red ? No , none of those , but cause more high you blift , My ladies breft you bore , her lips you kift . 5 то ΤΟ ΑΝ O W L E. BY THE SAME . * 10.2 DRUM M O N D.
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... cause be supported with his fword , bis followers , and bis pen . His eftate was repeatedly forfeited , and bis perfon reduced to inconceivable distresses . Independently of bis political principles , be appears to have been a moft ...
... cause be supported with his fword , bis followers , and bis pen . His eftate was repeatedly forfeited , and bis perfon reduced to inconceivable distresses . Independently of bis political principles , be appears to have been a moft ...
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... cause forgot , Thy croffes nobly bear : He who thy heart has in his hand , ( Truft thou his holy skill ) Has too the people's at command , And turns them at his will . But thou who fit'ft upon the throne Of Stuarts ancient race ...
... cause forgot , Thy croffes nobly bear : He who thy heart has in his hand , ( Truft thou his holy skill ) Has too the people's at command , And turns them at his will . But thou who fit'ft upon the throne Of Stuarts ancient race ...
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Seite 144 - Strew'd with death's spoils, the spoils of animals, Savage and tame, and full of dead men's bones? The very turf on which we tread once liv'd ; And we that live must lend our carcasses To cover our own offspring : in their turns They too must cover theirs.
Seite 146 - Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew, Cheerless, unsocial plant ; that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts, and visionary shades, Beneath the wan cold moon (as fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree, is thine.
Seite 104 - But, Sacred Saviour, with thy words I woo Thee to forgive, and not be bitter to Such as thou know'st do not know what they do.
Seite 157 - Now, Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Seite 158 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground.
Seite 155 - Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs : Dead men have come again, and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd, unrung, untouch'd. (Such tales their cheer at wake or gossiping, When it draws near to witching time of night...
Seite 152 - Sure the last end Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit ! Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft.
Seite 146 - midst the wreck of things which were; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead. The wind is up: hark ! how it howls ! Methinks Till now, I never heard a sound so dreary...
Seite 158 - I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains!
Seite 104 - Is forced in pilgrimage to seek a tomb. Great Britain's heir is forced into France, Whilst on his father's head his foes advance : Poor child ! he weeps out his inheritance.