The cabinet of the Scottish muses, selected from the works of the most esteemed bards of CaledoniaOliver & Boyd, 1808 - 213 strán (strany) |
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Strana 13
... Loudly sings in Whisky's praise ; Sweet his sang - the mair's the pity E'er on it he war'd sic lays . O ' a ' the ills poor Caledonia E'er yet pree'd , or e'er will taste , Brew'd in Hell's black Pandemonia , Whisky's ill will skaith ...
... Loudly sings in Whisky's praise ; Sweet his sang - the mair's the pity E'er on it he war'd sic lays . O ' a ' the ills poor Caledonia E'er yet pree'd , or e'er will taste , Brew'd in Hell's black Pandemonia , Whisky's ill will skaith ...
Strana 19
... Loud and sair the cauld winds thud ! Jean now spied a sma bit lightie Blinking through a distant wood . Up wi ' frantic haste she started ; Cauld , nor fear , she felt nae mair ; HOPE , for ae bright moment , darted Through the gloom o ...
... Loud and sair the cauld winds thud ! Jean now spied a sma bit lightie Blinking through a distant wood . Up wi ' frantic haste she started ; Cauld , nor fear , she felt nae mair ; HOPE , for ae bright moment , darted Through the gloom o ...
Strana 20
... loudly knock'd . " Wha thus rudely wakes the sleeping ? " Cried a voice wi ' angry grane ; — Help , oh help ! ' quo ... loud lamenting , 6 Help my lammies ! or they'll die ! ' " Wha this travels cauld and hungry , " Wi ' young bairns ...
... loudly knock'd . " Wha thus rudely wakes the sleeping ? " Cried a voice wi ' angry grane ; — Help , oh help ! ' quo ... loud lamenting , 6 Help my lammies ! or they'll die ! ' " Wha this travels cauld and hungry , " Wi ' young bairns ...
Strana 28
... Loud the din o ' streams fast fa'ing , Strak the ear wi ' thundering thud : Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleeting ; Linties sang on ilka tree ; Frae the wast the sun , near setting , Flam'd on ROSLIN's towers sae hie ! * Roslin Castle ...
... Loud the din o ' streams fast fa'ing , Strak the ear wi ' thundering thud : Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleeting ; Linties sang on ilka tree ; Frae the wast the sun , near setting , Flam'd on ROSLIN's towers sae hie ! * Roslin Castle ...
Strana 42
... Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd That night a child might understand , The Deil had business on his hand . Weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on thro ' dub an ' mire , Despisin ...
... Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd That night a child might understand , The Deil had business on his hand . Weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on thro ' dub an ' mire , Despisin ...
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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...