The gentle shepherd. With illustrations of the scenary [sic], an appendix, and a glossary. To which are prefixed, an authentic life of Allan Ramsay, and an Inquiry into the origin of pastoral poetry [&c. Ed. by R. Brown?].1808 |
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Strana 423
... raise " Our mailens , when we pat on Sunday's claise . " Syм . - Nor wad he lang , wi ' senseless saucy air , " Allow our lyart noddles to be bare . " Put on your bonnet , Symon ; -tak a seat.— - " How's a ' at hame ? -How's Elspa ...
... raise " Our mailens , when we pat on Sunday's claise . " Syм . - Nor wad he lang , wi ' senseless saucy air , " Allow our lyart noddles to be bare . " Put on your bonnet , Symon ; -tak a seat.— - " How's a ' at hame ? -How's Elspa ...
Strana 431
... raised in lazy - beds , are the great introductory means of improving Peat Moss ; a national object of so much consequence , and which , especially of late , has ex- cited so much attention , and public encouragement . In his most ...
... raised in lazy - beds , are the great introductory means of improving Peat Moss ; a national object of so much consequence , and which , especially of late , has ex- cited so much attention , and public encouragement . In his most ...
Strana 432
Allan Ramsay Robert Brown (advocate). gentleman on seeing the crop raised , who had a small estate , but of great extent in mossy land , be- came persuaded that it was more valuable , by a hun- dred a year , than what he supposed . Soon ...
Allan Ramsay Robert Brown (advocate). gentleman on seeing the crop raised , who had a small estate , but of great extent in mossy land , be- came persuaded that it was more valuable , by a hun- dred a year , than what he supposed . Soon ...
Strana 439
... raised turnips , and cabbages , in the open fields , with the plough , in Scotland . The turnip was only a garden plant , even in England , till the reign of George the First ; when , according to Kent's Agricultural Report of Norfolk ...
... raised turnips , and cabbages , in the open fields , with the plough , in Scotland . The turnip was only a garden plant , even in England , till the reign of George the First ; when , according to Kent's Agricultural Report of Norfolk ...
Strana 440
... raised , somewhat to the south of west , on the highest part of the lawn , betwixt and Mary's Bower ; and a rustic Hut , south- westward , near it , crowning a bold point , between the glen , and the edge of the walk leading from the ...
... raised , somewhat to the south of west , on the highest part of the lawn , betwixt and Mary's Bower ; and a rustic Hut , south- westward , near it , crowning a bold point , between the glen , and the edge of the walk leading from the ...
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ALEXANDER PENNECUIK Alexander Runciman Allan Allan Ramsay auld bairns baith Bauldy beneath Bess blate bonny brae burn Carlops castle cockernonny cudna Dr Pennecuik Duncan Forbes e'er Edinburgh Elspa fair farmstead fouk frae gang Gentle Shepherd glade Glaud glen green Habbie's Hall hame Haugh heard heart Heaven honour howm ilka Jenny lasses lassie Madge Marfield maun Mause Monk's Monks nae mair nane ne'er New-Hall House night nought o'er Onstead pastoral Patie Patie's Hill Peggy Peggy's Pentland Pentland Hills Picts poems Quhan Ramsay rising rock Roger round SANG scene sche Scots side sing Sir Wil Sir William smile soon Spital Spital Hill stand stream sweet Symon Symon's House Syne tell thee thou tower trees Tweeddale wawking whase whilst Winter tares woods ye're zour
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Strana 642 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 503 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a...
Strana 659 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Strana 658 - He rose with confidence and tranquillity, and pressed on with his sabre in his hand, for the beasts of the desert were in motion, and on every hand were heard the mingled howls of rage and fear, and ravage and expiration; all the horrors of darkness and solitude surrounded him: the winds roared in the woods, and the torrents tumbled from the hills, " Work'd into sudden rage by wintry showers, Down the steep hill the roaring torrent pours! The mountain shepherd hears the distant noise.
Strana 535 - I judge, as we. Here, where primroses thickest paint the green, Hard by this little burnie let us lean : Hark ! how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads, How saft the westlin winds sough through the reeds I FEOOY.
Strana 519 - I'll guide with canny care, And win the vogue at market, tron, or fair, For halesome, clean, cheap and sufficient ware. A flock of lambs, cheese, butter, and some woo, Shall first be said to pay the laird his due ; Syne a
Strana 495 - Fly'st thou, displeas'd, the commerce of mankind? O! teach our steps to find the secret cell, "Where, with thy sire Content, thou lov'st to dwell. Or say, dost thou a duteous handmaid wait, Familiar at the chambers of the great ? Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call To noisy revel, and to midnight ball?
Strana 513 - We're far frae ony road, and out o' sight; The lads they're feeding far beyont the height. But tell me now, dear Jenny, (we're our lane,) What gars ye plague your wooer wi' disdain ? The neibours a' tent this as weel as I, That Roger loes ye, yet ye carena by.
Strana 658 - Where a' the sweets of spring and simmer grow. Between twa birks, out o'er a little lin, The water fa's, and maks a singand din : A pool breast-deep, beneath as clear as glass, Kisses with easy whirles the bord'ring grass. We'll end our washing while the morning's cool ; And when the day grows het, we'll to the pool, There wash oursells ; 'tis healthfu' now in May, And sweetly cauler on sae warm a day.
Strana 497 - Supremely blest by heav'n, heav'n's richest grace Confest is thine, an early blooming race, Whose pleasing smiles shall guardian Wisdom arm, Divine instruction ! taught of thee to charm. What transports shall they to thy soul impart, (The conscious transports of a parent's heart), When thou behold'st them of each grace possest, And sighing youths imploring to be blest : After thy image...