Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... grow : Between twa birks , out o'er a little linn , The water fa's and mak's a singin ' din : A pool breast - deep ... grows het we'll to the pool , There wash oursels - ' tis healthfu ' now in 48 ALLAN RAMSAY Peggy and Jenny (The ...
... grow : Between twa birks , out o'er a little linn , The water fa's and mak's a singin ' din : A pool breast - deep ... grows het we'll to the pool , There wash oursels - ' tis healthfu ' now in 48 ALLAN RAMSAY Peggy and Jenny (The ...
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... grow cauld : What like's a dorty maiden when she's auld ? Like dawted2 wean , that tarrows3 at its meat , That for some feckless whim will orp5 and greet ; The lave laugh at it , till the dinner's past ; And syne the fule thing is ...
... grow cauld : What like's a dorty maiden when she's auld ? Like dawted2 wean , that tarrows3 at its meat , That for some feckless whim will orp5 and greet ; The lave laugh at it , till the dinner's past ; And syne the fule thing is ...
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... grows hell , And Pate misca's ye waur than tongue can tell . Peggy . Yes it's a heartsome thing to be a wife , When round the ingle - edge young sprouts are rife . Gif I'm sae happy , I shall ha'e delight To 52 ALLAN RAMSAY .
... grows hell , And Pate misca's ye waur than tongue can tell . Peggy . Yes it's a heartsome thing to be a wife , When round the ingle - edge young sprouts are rife . Gif I'm sae happy , I shall ha'e delight To 52 ALLAN RAMSAY .
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... grows rife , He'll bless the day he gat me for his wife . Jenny . 2 wanton wench . But what if some young giglet on the green , Wi ' dimpled cheeks and twa bewitching een , Should gar your Patie think his half - worn Meg , And her ken'd ...
... grows rife , He'll bless the day he gat me for his wife . Jenny . 2 wanton wench . But what if some young giglet on the green , Wi ' dimpled cheeks and twa bewitching een , Should gar your Patie think his half - worn Meg , And her ken'd ...
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... grows cauld , And dosens3 down to nane as folk grow auld . Peggy . But we'll grow auld thegither , and ne'er find The loss o ' youth , when love grows on the mind . Bairns and their bairns mak ' sure a firmer tie , Than aught in love ...
... grows cauld , And dosens3 down to nane as folk grow auld . Peggy . But we'll grow auld thegither , and ne'er find The loss o ' youth , when love grows on the mind . Bairns and their bairns mak ' sure a firmer tie , Than aught in love ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 121 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
Seite 122 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
Seite 120 - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But hark! — the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
Seite 115 - A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was: Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Seite 129 - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
Seite 159 - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
Seite 132 - Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved ! Oh ! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts ! No youth lay ever there before thee. ' Pale, pale indeed ! O lovely, lovely youth ! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts ! No youth shall ever lie there after.' ' Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride ! Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs — He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.
Seite 106 - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
Seite 232 - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
Seite 231 - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are...