The Gentle Shepherd: A Scots Pastoral Comedy. By Allan RamsayRobert Foulis, and sold by him there; at Edinburgh, by Mess. Hamilton and Balfour, 1743 - 69 strán (strany) |
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Strana 14
... See yon twa elms that grow up fide by fide , Suppose them fome years fyne bridegroom and bride , Nearer and nearer ilka year they've preft , Till wide their spreading branches are increast , And in their mixture now are fully bleft ...
... See yon twa elms that grow up fide by fide , Suppose them fome years fyne bridegroom and bride , Nearer and nearer ilka year they've preft , Till wide their spreading branches are increast , And in their mixture now are fully bleft ...
Strana 15
... Seeing's believing , Glaud , and I have seen Hab , that abroad has with our Mafter been , Our brave good Mafter , wha right wifely fled , And left a fair eftate to fave his head , Because ye ken fou well he bravely chofe To ftand his ...
... Seeing's believing , Glaud , and I have seen Hab , that abroad has with our Mafter been , Our brave good Mafter , wha right wifely fled , And left a fair eftate to fave his head , Because ye ken fou well he bravely chofe To ftand his ...
Strana 21
... see --- Cou'd ye turn Patie's love to Neps , and than , Peggy's to me , I'd be the happiest man . 00 MAUSE . I'll try my art to gar the bouls row right , Sae gang your ways , and come again at night . ' Gainst that time I'll fome fimple ...
... see --- Cou'd ye turn Patie's love to Neps , and than , Peggy's to me , I'd be the happiest man . 00 MAUSE . I'll try my art to gar the bouls row right , Sae gang your ways , and come again at night . ' Gainst that time I'll fome fimple ...
Strana 23
... see , To be alane themselves , I judge as well as we . Here where primroses thickeft paint the green , Hard by this little burnie let us lean . Hark how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads , How faft the weftlin winds fough throw the ...
... see , To be alane themselves , I judge as well as we . Here where primroses thickeft paint the green , Hard by this little burnie let us lean . Hark how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads , How faft the weftlin winds fough throw the ...
Strana 32
... See things far aff , and things to come , as clear As I can see my thumb ; wow , can he tell ( Speer at him foon as he comes to himfell ) How foon we'll fee Sir William ? . Whifht , he heaves , And speaks out broken words like ane that ...
... See things far aff , and things to come , as clear As I can see my thumb ; wow , can he tell ( Speer at him foon as he comes to himfell ) How foon we'll fee Sir William ? . Whifht , he heaves , And speaks out broken words like ane that ...
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aboon alake ALLAN RAMSAY auld bairns baith BAULD Y Bauldy beft beſt blate bleffing bleft bonny breaft caft cou'd dear deel e'en e'er ELSPA fafe faft faid fair fauld fear fecret fell fenfe fhall fhining filk filly fince firſt fmiles fome foon frae ftand ftill fure fweet gang gars Gilbert Burnet GLAUD hafte hame happy hear heart honeft ilka JENNY kifs laffes laffie lafs laft Laird MADGE Mafter Maufe maun MAUSE mony morning muſt nae mair naithing nane ne'er night o'er Pate PATIE Patie's Peggy's pleaſe pleaſure praiſe raiſe reafon reft rifing ROGER SANG ſeen ſhall Shepherd ſhould Sir WIL Sir WIL L Sir William ſpeak ſtand SYMON Syne tell thee there's theſe thou troth warft wawking Whilk wife witch ye'll ye're young
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Strana viii - In vain our flatt'ring hopes our steps beguile ; The flying good eludes the searcher's toil: In vain we seek the city or the cell: Alone with virtue knows the pow'r to dwell. Nor need mankind despair these joys to know, The gift themselves may on themselves bestow. Soon, soon we might the precious blessing boast; But many passions must the blessing cost; Infernal malice, inly pining hate, And envy grieving at another's state.
Strana 12 - I'm sae happy, I shall have delight, To hear their little plaints, and keep .them right. Wow ! Jenny, can there greater pleasure be, Than see sic wee tots toolying at your knee ; When a' they ettle at — their greatest wish, Is to be made of, and obtain a kiss ? Can there be toil in tenting day and night, The like of them, when love makes care delight?
Strana 3 - By ane whase saul's sae sadly out of tune. You have sae saft a voice, and slid a tongue, You are the darling of baith auld and young, If I but ettle at a sang, or speak, They dit their lugs, syne up their leglens cleek, And jeer me hameward frae the loan or bught, While I'm confus'd with mony a vexing thought.
Strana 21 - When last the wind made Glaud a roofless barn; When last the burn bore down my mither's yarn; When Brawny, elf-shot, never mair came hame; When Tibby kirn'd, and there nae butter came; When Bessy Freetock's chufly-cheeked wean To a fairy turn'd, and cou'dna stand its lane; When Wattie wander'd ae night thro...
Strana viii - Nun -sober and devout! why art thou fled, To hide in shades thy meek contented head ? Virgin of aspect mild ! ah why, unkind...
Strana viii - The genial hearth first blush'd with strangers' blood. The friend no more upon the friend relies, And semblant falsehood puts on truth's disguise ; The peaceful household fill'd with dire alarms ; The ravish'd virgin mourns her slighted charms ; The voice of impious mirth is heard around, In guilt they feast, in guilt the bowl is crown'd ; Unpunish'd violence lords it o'er the plains, And happiness forsakes the guilty swains.
Strana 13 - Nae mair of that ! — Dear Jenny, to be free, There's some men constanter in love than we. Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them with solidity of mind ; They'll reason calmly, and with kindness smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile.
Strana 52 - The fair foundation of our faithfu' love. If at my feet were crowns and sceptres laid, To bribe my soul frae thee, delightful maid, For thee I'd soon leave these inferior things To sic as have the patience to be kings.
Strana 13 - I'll spread upon his board, And serve him wi' the best we can afford ; Good-humour and white bigonets shall be Guards to my face, to keep his love for me. Jenny. A dish o' married love right soon grows cauld, And dosens down to nane, as fouk grow auld.
Strana 13 - Tis ten to ane the wives are maist to blame. Then I'll employ wi' pleasure a' my art To keep him cheerfu', and secure his heart. At een, when he comes weary frae the hill, I'll hae a...