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The Ever Green, Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious ...
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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 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.