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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... ' . Ane zoung man fert уроп And he began to lauche , 105 his feit , For heydin . Off Peblis to the play . 110 V. 95. hydis . MS . V. 106 , aucht . MS . He gat ane truncheair in his hand , And he B 3 He JAMES I. 5 85 ...
... ' . Ane zoung man fert уроп And he began to lauche , 105 his feit , For heydin . Off Peblis to the play . 110 V. 95. hydis . MS . V. 106 , aucht . MS . He gat ane truncheair in his hand , And he B 3 He JAMES I. 5 85 ...
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... hand , And he began to compt ; Ilk man tua and ane happenie , To pay thus we war wount . Ane vther ftert vpon his feit , And said , thow art our blunt To tak ' fic office vponn hand ; Be god thow feruice ane dunt Of Peblis to the play ...
... hand , And he began to compt ; Ilk man tua and ane happenie , To pay thus we war wount . Ane vther ftert vpon his feit , And said , thow art our blunt To tak ' fic office vponn hand ; Be god thow feruice ane dunt Of Peblis to the play ...
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... hand , Wes new cuming fra the heckill ; Allace , quod fcho , quhat fall 1 do ? And our doure hes na ftekill . And fcho to ga as hir taill brynt , And all the cairlis to kekill Of Peblis to the play . 210 215 At hir . • The ' pyper faid ...
... hand , Wes new cuming fra the heckill ; Allace , quod fcho , quhat fall 1 do ? And our doure hes na ftekill . And fcho to ga as hir taill brynt , And all the cairlis to kekill Of Peblis to the play . 210 215 At hir . • The ' pyper faid ...
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... hand a lark fang fro the splene , Awalk luvaris out of your flemering , Se how the lufty morrow dois upfpring . Methocht fresche May befoir my bed upftude , In weid depaynt of mony diverfe hew , Sober , benyng , and full of manfuetude ...
... hand a lark fang fro the splene , Awalk luvaris out of your flemering , Se how the lufty morrow dois upfpring . Methocht fresche May befoir my bed upftude , In weid depaynt of mony diverfe hew , Sober , benyng , and full of manfuetude ...
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... hand culd varie , Or gif the man was his freynd , 95 Bot he chapit throw the michtis of Marie , As man that na ewill meynd At Chryftis kirk [ on the grene ] . Than Lowrie as ane lyoun lap , And fone ane flane culd fedder , He hecht to ...
... hand culd varie , Or gif the man was his freynd , 95 Bot he chapit throw the michtis of Marie , As man that na ewill meynd At Chryftis kirk [ on the grene ] . Than Lowrie as ane lyoun lap , And fone ane flane culd fedder , He hecht to ...
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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.