Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... turn the hare , Then serve myself ; that was right fair ! For still it was my constant care The van to lead . Now what could sery1 Heck do mair ? Syne kill her dead . " At the Kings - muir and Kelly - law , Where good stout hares gang ...
... turn the hare , Then serve myself ; that was right fair ! For still it was my constant care The van to lead . Now what could sery1 Heck do mair ? Syne kill her dead . " At the Kings - muir and Kelly - law , Where good stout hares gang ...
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... turn dubbed him a gentleman and a good fellow . The Easy Club , as it was called , was suppressed , with other Jacobite societies , after the outbreak of the Rebellion in 1715 . At Ramsay's connection with this club secured him a more ...
... turn dubbed him a gentleman and a good fellow . The Easy Club , as it was called , was suppressed , with other Jacobite societies , after the outbreak of the Rebellion in 1715 . At Ramsay's connection with this club secured him a more ...
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... turn o'er Bruntsfield Links , Aften in Maggie's , at high - jinks , We guzzled scuds , Till we could scarce , wi ' hale - out drinks , Cast aff our duds . We drank and drew , and filled again , O wow , but we were blythe and fain ! When ...
... turn o'er Bruntsfield Links , Aften in Maggie's , at high - jinks , We guzzled scuds , Till we could scarce , wi ' hale - out drinks , Cast aff our duds . We drank and drew , and filled again , O wow , but we were blythe and fain ! When ...
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... pains , Then let her smiles relieve me . If not , my love will turn despair , My passion no more tender ; I'll leave the bush abune Traquair , To lonely wilds I'll wander . DOUN THE BURN , DAVIE . WHEN trees did bud 72 ROBERT CRAWFORD .
... pains , Then let her smiles relieve me . If not , my love will turn despair , My passion no more tender ; I'll leave the bush abune Traquair , To lonely wilds I'll wander . DOUN THE BURN , DAVIE . WHEN trees did bud 72 ROBERT CRAWFORD .
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... turn the grave is made to furnish a lesson to beauty , strength , and learning ; the orator , the physician , and the hoarder of wealth are each warned of the end that waits them . The soul is brought to face the eternal gulf , and the ...
... turn the grave is made to furnish a lesson to beauty , strength , and learning ; the orator , the physician , and the hoarder of wealth are each warned of the end that waits them . The soul is brought to face the eternal gulf , and the ...
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Aberdeenshire ADAM SKIRVING Albania Allan Ramsay ancient arms Athelstaneford auld baith ballad beginning o't birks blest bonnie Heck braes of Yarrow braw breast Burns busk Busk ye cauld cheek David Mallet death Douglas dread dule and sorrow e'er Edinburgh edition ewie eyes fair fame fate father fear flowers frae Gentle Shepherd gi'e Glen Glenalvon green ha'e Hamilton Hardyknute heard heart heaven hill Invermay Jacobite Jean Elliot Jenny John Home Johnnie Cope Lady Lady Wardlaw Lochaber Lord maid maun merry morning mourn nae mair ne'er never night Norv Norval o'er Peggy Philoctetes piece play poem poet poetical poetry published Randolph rocks Rodmond round Scotland Scots Scott Scottish shining shore smile song soul spinning o't spirit swain sweet Syne thee Thomson thou verse waves weel wife winter wooed and married Yarrow ye're youth
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...