Poems on various subjects, English and Scotchauthor, 1823 - 159 strán (strany) |
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Strana 64
... I winna blaw , Gif on ye gang , it's my belief , Ye'll ding us a ' . Cou'd I but break base poortith's tether , That's held me lang amang the heather , Syne come to you an ' shaw my blether O 64 LINES TO SIR W. SCOTT , BART .
... I winna blaw , Gif on ye gang , it's my belief , Ye'll ding us a ' . Cou'd I but break base poortith's tether , That's held me lang amang the heather , Syne come to you an ' shaw my blether O 64 LINES TO SIR W. SCOTT , BART .
Strana 65
Alexander Hewit. Syne come to you an ' shaw my blether O ' hame spun ware ; I'll hainsh awa auld tappie's feather , An ' write nae mair . In prose an ' verse sae bright ye shine , Lair shaws her face in ilka line , That hame bred sonnets ...
Alexander Hewit. Syne come to you an ' shaw my blether O ' hame spun ware ; I'll hainsh awa auld tappie's feather , An ' write nae mair . In prose an ' verse sae bright ye shine , Lair shaws her face in ilka line , That hame bred sonnets ...
Strana 67
... Syne a ' the lads an ' bonny lasses , May gang an ' weet their gyzent hauses ; An ' let the scribblers o ' Parnassus , That hae a groat , 1 Frae ilka spung pu ' out their brasses , An ' drink to Scott . 1 There they may loud their ...
... Syne a ' the lads an ' bonny lasses , May gang an ' weet their gyzent hauses ; An ' let the scribblers o ' Parnassus , That hae a groat , 1 Frae ilka spung pu ' out their brasses , An ' drink to Scott . 1 There they may loud their ...
Strana 68
... Syne out their best o ' laurels bring Wi ' a ' their might , An ' crown Sir Wattie as their king ; Its but his right . For ne'er ane o ' the rhymin ' race , Could ever write wi ' sicken grace , Or set the wordies i ' their place , In ...
... Syne out their best o ' laurels bring Wi ' a ' their might , An ' crown Sir Wattie as their king ; Its but his right . For ne'er ane o ' the rhymin ' race , Could ever write wi ' sicken grace , Or set the wordies i ' their place , In ...
Strana 72
... syne drowsy sleep Did weigh their e'e - lids doun , An ' pleasant dreams , that sonsie night , Did a ' their wishes croun . Aurora now began to deck , The mornin ' clear an ' braw . The cock frae hint the hallen wa ' Did clap his wings ...
... syne drowsy sleep Did weigh their e'e - lids doun , An ' pleasant dreams , that sonsie night , Did a ' their wishes croun . Aurora now began to deck , The mornin ' clear an ' braw . The cock frae hint the hallen wa ' Did clap his wings ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
afore aften Alake alang ance anither auld azure skies bairns baith bein bewitchin bluid bonny brae braw busk canna cauld cheer cluds coud cried dawtie dear death dinna doth doun dread dream dreary e'er earth earthly eild empty eneugh fast faund fell flee forc'd fowk frae gane gang Geordy glee grief guid hame haud head heart hills howlin ilka ingulph ither Johnny Bell joys kend lugs Madlen maist maun Merse mony mortal mourn muckle Murphey's dead mysel nae mair naething nainsel nane ne'er never night Norham o'er owre pain PATIE poor rair rise roar ruin rustic Sae weel sicken sing snaw sorrow soud soul speel stanes Symie Syne tears tell things thocht Twill wame Wattie's wealth Whan Whar whilk Willie ye'll ye've yersel
Populárne pasáže
Strana i - I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang. What's a
Strana 70 - She thought it was some angel guid, That her sic warning gae, She dunsh't on Willie, waken't him, And unto him did say : — O Willie lad I got a ca', When ye war fast asleep, Sae I a vow hae made this night, An
Strana 69 - The morn is a great day, ; At Norham is a sacrament, An