The cabinet of the Scottish muses, selected from the works of the most esteemed bards of CaledoniaOliver & Boyd, 1808 - 230 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... fire , and just when fa'ing , Kept her on his manly breast . Light he bare her pale as ashes , Cross the meadow , fragrant green ; Plac'd her on the new - mawn rashes , Watching sad her opening een . Sic was Will , whan poor Jean ...
... fire , and just when fa'ing , Kept her on his manly breast . Light he bare her pale as ashes , Cross the meadow , fragrant green ; Plac'd her on the new - mawn rashes , Watching sad her opening een . Sic was Will , whan poor Jean ...
Strana 42
... fire ; Whiles haddin fast his guid blue bonnet ; Whiles croonin o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glow'rin round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk - Alloway was drawin nigh , Whar ghaists an ' howlets nightly ...
... fire ; Whiles haddin fast his guid blue bonnet ; Whiles croonin o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glow'rin round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk - Alloway was drawin nigh , Whar ghaists an ' howlets nightly ...
Strana 63
... fire sat down . Owre a broad wi ' bannocks heapit , Cheese , and stoups , and glasses , stood Some ware roarin , ithers sleepit , Ithers quietly chew'd their cude , Jock was sellin Pate some tallow , A ' the 2 Watty and Meg.
... fire sat down . Owre a broad wi ' bannocks heapit , Cheese , and stoups , and glasses , stood Some ware roarin , ithers sleepit , Ithers quietly chew'd their cude , Jock was sellin Pate some tallow , A ' the 2 Watty and Meg.
Strana 64
... Laid the cap - stane on them a ' . < Night and day she's ever yelpin , ' Wi ' the weans she ne'er can ' gree ; When she's tir'd wi ' perfect skelpin , Then she flees like fire on me . See ye , Mungo , whan she'll clash on ' 64.
... Laid the cap - stane on them a ' . < Night and day she's ever yelpin , ' Wi ' the weans she ne'er can ' gree ; When she's tir'd wi ' perfect skelpin , Then she flees like fire on me . See ye , Mungo , whan she'll clash on ' 64.
Strana 66
... and your whores ! Rise , ye drucken beast o ' Bethel ! ' Drink's your night and day's desire : ' Rise , this precious hour ! or faith I'll ' Fling your whisky i ' the fire ! ' Watty heard her tongue unhallow't , Paid his groat wi 66.
... and your whores ! Rise , ye drucken beast o ' Bethel ! ' Drink's your night and day's desire : ' Rise , this precious hour ! or faith I'll ' Fling your whisky i ' the fire ! ' Watty heard her tongue unhallow't , Paid his groat wi 66.
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Amang ance anither auld bairns baith bonny bonny lass braw John Highlandman busk CALEDONIA canna canty cauld cheek chiel claise cou'd cries Cutty-sark de'il deil door drink e'en e'er fast fear fouk frae gang gudeman gudewife Halloween hame haud heart himsel ilka ither Jean Jeanie Jock joys kend kirk lasses Maggy maist maun merry Mess John miller mony nae mair naething nane ne'er neist night o'er out-owre owre play'd poison'd poor quoth RECITATIVO ROBERT BURNS ROBERT FERGUSSON round sang sark saul SHANTER skelpin sweet Syne ta'en taks tale tell thee There's thrang thro trow unco vex'd vext wadna wame ware wark Watty weans weary weel whan Whare Whase Whilk wife Willie ye'll ye're young
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Strana 142 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strana 124 - I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars, And show my cuts and scars wherever I come; This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum. Lai de daudle, etc.
Strana 46 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, 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!
Strana 44 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled, A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Strana 147 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Strana 41 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, 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...
Strana 40 - Tam, had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder wi...
Strana 126 - I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when, And still my delight is in proper young men; Some one of a troop of dragoons was my daddie, No wonder I'm fond of a sodger laddie. Sing, Lai de lal, etc.
Strana 125 - And there I left for witness an arm and a limb; Yet let my Country need me, with Elliot to head me, I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum. And now tho...
Strana 150 - An' monie lads' an' lasses' fates Are there that night decided : Some kindle, couthie, side by side, An' burn thegither trimly; Some start awa, wi' saucy pride, An' jump out-owre the chimlie Fu' high that night. Jean slips in twa, wi...