The Poems of Allan Ramsay, Zväzok 2A. Strahan, 1800 |
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... e'er this lyart head of mine Think to have seen the cauldrife mools on thine . RICHY . My heart mifga'e me when I came this way , His dog its lane fat yowling on a brae ; I cry'd , " Ifk ! isk ! poor Ringwood , fairy man : " He wagg'd ...
... e'er this lyart head of mine Think to have seen the cauldrife mools on thine . RICHY . My heart mifga'e me when I came this way , His dog its lane fat yowling on a brae ; I cry'd , " Ifk ! isk ! poor Ringwood , fairy man : " He wagg'd ...
Strana 34
... e'er a wedding without me ? Blue e'en , remember , I'm baith hap and faul To Venus there ; but me , fhe ' d ftarve o ' caul . VENUS . We awn the truth . - Minerva , cease to check Our jolly brother with your disrespect ; He's never ...
... e'er a wedding without me ? Blue e'en , remember , I'm baith hap and faul To Venus there ; but me , fhe ' d ftarve o ' caul . VENUS . We awn the truth . - Minerva , cease to check Our jolly brother with your disrespect ; He's never ...
Strana 35
... beings , the benign directar Of gods and men , to keep your fauls in tift , Has fent you here a prefent of his nectar , As good as e'er was brow'n aboon the lift . D 2 BACCHUS . BACCHUS . Ha ! Gany , come , my dainty PASTORAL . 35.
... beings , the benign directar Of gods and men , to keep your fauls in tift , Has fent you here a prefent of his nectar , As good as e'er was brow'n aboon the lift . D 2 BACCHUS . BACCHUS . Ha ! Gany , come , my dainty PASTORAL . 35.
Strana 43
... e'er ye faw . Lafs , think na fhame to ease your mind , I fee ye ' re like to greet : Let these tears , gae ' tis justly kind , For fhepherd fae complete . ΚΑΤΕ . Far , far , o'er far frae Spey and Clyde , Stands that great town of Lud ...
... e'er ye faw . Lafs , think na fhame to ease your mind , I fee ye ' re like to greet : Let these tears , gae ' tis justly kind , For fhepherd fae complete . ΚΑΤΕ . Far , far , o'er far frae Spey and Clyde , Stands that great town of Lud ...
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Allan Ramsay. For findle times they e'er come back , Wha anes are heftit there : Sure , Befs , their hills are nae fae black , Nor yet their howms fae bare . BETTY . Our rigs are rich , and green our heights , And well our cares reward ...
Allan Ramsay. For findle times they e'er come back , Wha anes are heftit there : Sure , Befs , their hills are nae fae black , Nor yet their howms fae bare . BETTY . Our rigs are rich , and green our heights , And well our cares reward ...
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aboon Alake ALLAN RAMSAY auld bairns baith BARD BAULDY beauty beſt blate blyth bonny breaſt canna charms cou'd dear delight didle dinna e'en e'er eaſe ELSPA fafe faft faid fair fame fang faul fhall fhaw fhepherd fhine fhou'd fighs filly fince fing firſt fmiles fome foon fowk frae ftill fuch fure fweet gang gi'e GLAUD grace ha'e hame heart Highland laddie houſe ilka Jenny Jouk JOUKUM juſt kifs laffes laffie lafs laſt lefs Lochaber MADGE MAUSE meikle mind mony muſe muſt nae mair naithing nane ne'er never o'er PATIE PEGGY pleaſe pleaſure praiſe quoth reſt rifing ROGER ſay ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould SIR WILLIAM ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſweet SYMON Syne tell thee theſe thoſe thou thouſand thro uſed whiſtle wife winna wiſh
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Strana 278 - 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 66 - 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 66 - 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...
Strana 85 - ... 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.
Strana 237 - Polwart on the Green If you'll meet me the morn, Where lasses do convene To dance about the thorn, A kindly welcome you shall meet Frae her wha likes to view A lover and a lad complete, The lad and lover you.
Strana 84 - 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 246 - I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
Strana 83 - 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 ? Jen. But poortith, Peggy, is the warst of a...
Strana 69 - That thou may'st thole the pangs of mony a loss ! 0 may'st thou doat on some fair paughty wench, That ne'er will lout thy lowan drowth to quench; Till bris'd beneath the burden, thou cry dool ; And awn that ane may fret that is nac fool.
Strana 263 - AN THOU WERE MY AIN THING. AN thou were my ain thing, I would love thee, I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly would I love thee. Like bees that suck the morning dew Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue, Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou, And gar the gods envy me.