The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld ... ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! L - d man , our ... ll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind ...
... Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld ... ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! L - d man , our ... ll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind ...
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... ll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't , or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither sang . This while she's been in crankous mood , Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid ; Sir Adam Ferguson . E. + The present Duke of ...
... ll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't , or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither sang . This while she's been in crankous mood , Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid ; Sir Adam Ferguson . E. + The present Duke of ...
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... ll pledge my aith in guid braid Scotch , He need na fear their foul reproach Nor erudition , Yon mixtie - maxtie ... ye chosen Five - and - Forty , May still your Mither's heart support ye ; Then , though a Minister grow dorty , An ...
... ll pledge my aith in guid braid Scotch , He need na fear their foul reproach Nor erudition , Yon mixtie - maxtie ... ye chosen Five - and - Forty , May still your Mither's heart support ye ; Then , though a Minister grow dorty , An ...
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... ll tell the reason . Scotland , my auld respected Mither ! Tho ' whiles ye moistify your leather , Till whare ye sit , on craps o ' heather , Ye tine your dam ; Freedom and Whisky gang thegither ! Tak aff your dram ! THE HOLY FAIR . * A ...
... ll tell the reason . Scotland , my auld respected Mither ! Tho ' whiles ye moistify your leather , Till whare ye sit , on craps o ' heather , Ye tine your dam ; Freedom and Whisky gang thegither ! Tak aff your dram ! THE HOLY FAIR . * A ...
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... The nearest friend ye hae ; An ' this is Superstition here , ' An ' that's Hypocrisy . ' I'm gaun to ** Holy Fair , ' To spend an hour in daffin : ' Gin ye'll go there , yon runkl'd pair , ' We will get famous laughin At them this day ...
... The nearest friend ye hae ; An ' this is Superstition here , ' An ' that's Hypocrisy . ' I'm gaun to ** Holy Fair , ' To spend an hour in daffin : ' Gin ye'll go there , yon runkl'd pair , ' We will get famous laughin At them this day ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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الصفحة 165 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 369 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
الصفحة 164 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
الصفحة 175 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
الصفحة 251 - A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
الصفحة 368 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
الصفحة 175 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
الصفحة 253 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
الصفحة 286 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
الصفحة 255 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.