The Gentle Shepherd: A Scotch Pastoral. By Allan Ramsay. Attempted in English by Margaret Turnerauthor, 1790 - 212 strán (strany) |
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... face . ROGER . My cow - house falls , nine head of cattle kills , Three elf - shot were , yet I endur'd thefe ills : Few cares in winter last my heart did know , Though scores of wethers perifh'd in the snow . PATIE . Were your rich ...
... face . ROGER . My cow - house falls , nine head of cattle kills , Three elf - shot were , yet I endur'd thefe ills : Few cares in winter last my heart did know , Though scores of wethers perifh'd in the snow . PATIE . Were your rich ...
Strana 5
... face . Beyond yon hillock green we met last night ; Away she fled as I had been a sprite . She Bauldy loves - Bauldy that drives the car ; But me fhe jibes , and fays I fmell of tar . PATIE . But Bauldy loves not her - well I know that ...
... face . Beyond yon hillock green we met last night ; Away she fled as I had been a sprite . She Bauldy loves - Bauldy that drives the car ; But me fhe jibes , and fays I fmell of tar . PATIE . But Bauldy loves not her - well I know that ...
Strana 6
... face the shaws a caulrife fcorn . Last night I play'd , ye never heard fic fpite ; O'er Bogie was the fpring , and her delyte : Yet tauntingly fhe at her cousin spear'd , Gif she could tell what tune I play'd , and fneer'd . Flocks ...
... face the shaws a caulrife fcorn . Last night I play'd , ye never heard fic fpite ; O'er Bogie was the fpring , and her delyte : Yet tauntingly fhe at her cousin spear'd , Gif she could tell what tune I play'd , and fneer'd . Flocks ...
Strana 6
... face she fhews a chilling scorn . Laft night I play'd , you never heard fuch spite , " O'er Bogie " was the tune , and her delight : Yet tauntingly fhe to her cousin said , With fuch a fneer , " What tune has Roger play'd ? " Flocks ...
... face she fhews a chilling scorn . Laft night I play'd , you never heard fuch spite , " O'er Bogie " was the tune , and her delight : Yet tauntingly fhe to her cousin said , With fuch a fneer , " What tune has Roger play'd ? " Flocks ...
Strana 8
... face give way To a repulfe - then be not blate , Push bauldly on , and win the day . When maidens , innocently young , Say aften what they never mean ; Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue , But tent the language of their een : If these ...
... face give way To a repulfe - then be not blate , Push bauldly on , and win the day . When maidens , innocently young , Say aften what they never mean ; Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue , But tent the language of their een : If these ...
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Alake auld bairns BAULD Y Bauldy Becauſe beſt blate bleſs bonny breaſt dear delight e'en e'er ELSPA Eſq fafely faid fair fear fecret feen fhall fhe's fhepherd filk filly fince fing firſt fome foon foul fowk frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet GLAUD green hafte hear heart honeft houſe jeft JENNY John kifs kindneſs laffes lafs laſt look MADGE maun MAUSE Mifs morning moſt muft muſt nae mair nane ne'er never night nought o'er Pate PATIE Patie's Patrick PEGGY Peggy's pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe raiſe reafon reft reſt rifing ROGER round SANG ſay SCENE ſee ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould SIR WILLIAM ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſport ſtand ſtay ſtill ſweet SYMON tell thee there's theſe Thomas thoſe thou Tune wawking Whene'er Whilft wife wiſh witch Ye're young
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Strana 1 - 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' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Strana 2 - I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld. My Peggy smiles sae kindly, Whene'er I whisper love. That I look down on a' the town, — That I look down upon a crown.
Strana 8 - Say often what they never mean, Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue, But tent the language of their een: If these agree, and she persist To answer all your love with hate. Seek elsewhere to be better blest, And let her sigh when 'tis too late. ROGER Kind Patie, now fair fa' your honest heart, — Ye 're ay sae cadgy, and have sic an art To hearten ane!
Strana 66 - And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be. ' I hae a good ha' house, a barn and a byre, A peatstack fore the door, will mak a rantin fire.
Strana 18 - 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...
Strana 16 - With glooman brow the laird seeks in his rent, — 'Tis no to gie, your merchant's to the bent ; His honour maunna want, — he poinds your gear ; Syne driven frae house and hald, where will ye steer ?Dear Meg, be wise, and lead a single life ; Troth, 'tis nae mows to be a married wife ! PEGGY. May sic ill luck befa...
Strana 81 - With thee upon yon mountain. There will I tell the trees and flowers, From thoughts unfeign'd and tender, By vows you're mine, by love is yours A heart which cannot wander.* FAREWELL TO THE MASON-LODGE, AT TARBOLTON, IN AYRSHIRE.
Strana 18 - I'll employ with pleasure a' my art To keep him cheerfu', and secure his heart. At e'en, when he comes weary frae the hill, I'll have a' things made ready to his will. In winter, when he toils thro...
Strana 39 - Into my Patie's arms, for good and a'. But stint your wishes to this kind embrace ; And mint nae farther till we've got the grace. 115 Patie, with his left hand about her waste O charming armfu', hence ye cares away, I'll kiss my treasure a' the live lang day; All night I'll dream my kisses o'er again, Till that day come that ye'll be a
Strana 38 - Then dinna pu' me; gently thus I fa' Into my Patie's arms for good and a': But stint your wishes to this frank embrace, And mint nae farther till we've got the grace.