The ever green, being a collection of Scots poems, wrote by the ingenious before 1600, publ. by A. Ramsay, Band 11874 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 12
Seite 77
... Deil , In grit Affairs ze had not bein fae snack , About the ruleing of the Common - weil . XIV . To punish Part is Partiality , To punish all is hard to do indeid ; But fend them heir to our Regality , And we fall fee gif we can serve ...
... Deil , In grit Affairs ze had not bein fae snack , About the ruleing of the Common - weil . XIV . To punish Part is Partiality , To punish all is hard to do indeid ; But fend them heir to our Regality , And we fall fee gif we can serve ...
Seite 150
... deil ; Furmage full fyne scho brocht instead of Geil , A Candle quhyte out of a Coffer staw , Infteid of Spyce , to creish thair Teith with a . XIX . THUS made they mirry , quhyle they micht nae mair , And hail Zule ! hail ! they all ...
... deil ; Furmage full fyne scho brocht instead of Geil , A Candle quhyte out of a Coffer staw , Infteid of Spyce , to creish thair Teith with a . XIX . THUS made they mirry , quhyle they micht nae mair , And hail Zule ! hail ! they all ...
Seite 171
... Deil can say , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me . III . THEN fwore a Courtier of grit Pryd , Be Chrysts Woundis bludy and wyd , And be his Harmis was rent on Tree ; Then spak the Deil hard him befyd , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me ...
... Deil can say , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me . III . THEN fwore a Courtier of grit Pryd , Be Chrysts Woundis bludy and wyd , And be his Harmis was rent on Tree ; Then spak the Deil hard him befyd , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me ...
Seite 172
... Deil cryd , Welcome mot thou be , Thou fall be Merchand for my fell , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me . V. A Goldfmith faid , This Goldis fae fyne , That all the Warkmanship I tyne , The Feynd reffaife me , gif I lie . Think on , quod ...
... Deil cryd , Welcome mot thou be , Thou fall be Merchand for my fell , Renunce thy Creid , and cum to me . V. A Goldfmith faid , This Goldis fae fyne , That all the Warkmanship I tyne , The Feynd reffaife me , gif I lie . Think on , quod ...
Seite 174
... Deil faid , Hardly mot it be , Exerce that Craft throu all thy Lyfe , And thouill be fure to cum to me . XIV . A Dycer bad , with Words of Stryf , The Deil cum stick him with a Knyf ; But he keft up fair Syces three : The Deil faid ...
... Deil faid , Hardly mot it be , Exerce that Craft throu all thy Lyfe , And thouill be fure to cum to me . XIV . A Dycer bad , with Words of Stryf , The Deil cum stick him with a Knyf ; But he keft up fair Syces three : The Deil faid ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
The Ever Green, Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious ... Allan Ramsay,Allan Evergreen Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amang auld baith BALLAT Becauſe Beift beir Blude Cauſe Cheir cleir Creid cryd Deid Deil Delyte dois doun dryve Eard evir faft faid fair fall fcho Feild Feir fene Feynd filly flain fleims Flowirs forzet fould frae fuld furth fweit fyne Fyre gaif Geir gif thou Grene grit gude haif hald Heid heir Honour Houſe keip Licht Lord lufty Luve Lyfe lyke mair maiſt Makyne maun meit methocht micht Mous Mynd nane neir nevir nixt nocht owre Quha quhair Quhat Quhen Quhilk Quhy Quhyle quhyt Quod quoth reid richt SAE mony ſay ſcho sk sk sk ſmall Soutar ſpend Syne Tailzior tane thair thay thee ther theſe thir Thocht Timor Timor mortis conturbat trew tuke Tyme uther VIII wald Warld Weir wyde Wyfe Zeirs zour
Beliebte Passagen
Seite vii - When these good old Bards wrote, we had not yet made Use of imported Trimming upon our Cloaths, nor of foreign Embroidery in our Writings. Their Poetry is the Product of their own Country, not pilfered and spoiled in the Transportation from abroad : Their Images are native, and their Landskips domestick; copied from those Fields and Meadows we every Day behold.
Seite 61 - Be that sum pairte of mawkynis aill Outthrow his hairt cowd creip; he fallowit hir fast thair till assaill, and till hir tuke gude keip.
Seite 96 - And in a myre, up to the ene, Amang the glar did glyd. The fowlis all at the fedrem dang, As at a monster thame amang, Quhill all the pennis of it owsprang In till the air full wyde.
Seite 88 - War dulefully dung to the deid. And now we are freid of thair feid, They will not lang to cum again ; Thousands with them without remeid On Donald's syde that day war slain.
Seite 138 - Morn ze fall gae with the Lad, And fyne zeil ken what Drinkers drie. IV. GUDEMAN, quod fcho, content am I, To tak the Plewch my Day about, Sae ye rule weil the Kaves and Ky, And all the Houfe baith in and out: And now fen ze haif made the Law, Then gyde all richt and do not break; They ficker raid that neir did faw, Therfor let naithing be negle6t.
Seite viii - ... to Greece or Italy for a Shade, a Stream or a Breeze. The Groves rise in our own Valleys; the Rivers flow from our own Fountains, and the Winds blow upon our own Hills. I find not Fault with those Things, as they are in Greece or Italy : But with a Northern Poet for fetching his Materials from these Places, in a Poem, of which his own Country is the Scene; as our Hymners to the Spring and Makers of Pastorals frequently do.
Seite ix - Prospect to the Eye of the Mind, as to the outward Eye is the various Meadow, where Flowers of different Hue and Smell are mingled together in a beautiful Irregularity.
Seite x - There is nothing can be heard more silly than one's expressing his Ignorance of his native Language; yet such there are, who can vaunt of acquiring a tolerable Perfection in the French or Italian Tongues, if they have been a Forthnight in Paris or a Month in Rome: But shew them the most elegant Thoughts in a Scots Dress, they as disdainfully as stupidly condemn it as barbarous.
Seite 88 - To be lamentit sair for ay. The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay, A man of micht and mekle main ; Grit dolour was for his decay, That sae unhappylie was slain.
Seite 141 - HYND to the Kirn then did he ftoure, And jumblit at it till he fwat, Quhen he had rumblit a full lang Hour, The Sorrow crap of Butter he gat...