The Poems of Allan Ramsay, Zväzok 1

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A. Gardner, 1877
 

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Strana xxxvii - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Strana 6 - Content is wealth, the riches of the mind; And happy he who can that treasure find. But the base miser starves amidst his store, Broods on his gold, and, griping still at more. Sits sadly pining, and believes he's poor.
Strana lxviii - I've heard my honest uncle aften say, That lads should a' for wives that's virtuous pray ; For the maist thrifty man could never get A well-stored room, unless his wife wad let : Wherefore nocht shall be wanting on my part, To gather wealth to raise my shepherd's heart : Whate'er he wins, I'll guide wi' canny care, And win the vogue at market, tron, or fair, For halesome, clean, cheap, and sufficient ware. A flock o' lambs, cheese, butter, and some woo, Shall first be said to pay the laird his due...
Strana lxviii - Wi' dimpled cheeks, and twa bewitching een, Should gar your Patie think his half-worn Meg And her ken'd kisses hardly worth a feg ? " 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...
Strana xlvi - tis May Gae pu' the gowan in its prime, Before it wither and decay. Watch the saft minutes of delyte, When Jenny speaks beneath her breath, And kisses, laying a' the wyte On you, if she kepp ony skaith.
Strana 140 - One, and so round till the number of the person agree with that of the dice (which may fall upon himself if the number be within twelve) ; then he sets the dice to him...
Strana lxvii - 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...
Strana lxxii - O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn...
Strana lxviii - May sic ill luck befa' that silly she Wha has sic fears, for that was never me ! Let fowk bode weel, and strive to do their best ; Nae mair's required, — let Heaven make out the rest. I've heard my honest uncle aften say That lads should a...
Strana lxviii - They'll reason calmly, and with kindness smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile ; Sae whensoe'er they slight their maiks at hame, '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.

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