The Poems of Allan Ramsay, Zväzok 2A. Strahan, 1800 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 73.
Strana viii
... Wives . 496 The Fable of the condemned Afs 498 The Gods of Egypt 502 The Spectacles 504 The Fox turned Preacher 506 ... Wife 520 The daft Bargain 531 The twa Cutpurfes 533 The Lure 535 A Tale of the Three Bonnets 541 The Eagle and the ...
... Wives . 496 The Fable of the condemned Afs 498 The Gods of Egypt 502 The Spectacles 504 The Fox turned Preacher 506 ... Wife 520 The daft Bargain 531 The twa Cutpurfes 533 The Lure 535 A Tale of the Three Bonnets 541 The Eagle and the ...
Strana 8
... Wife are his words , like filler is his beard ; Near faxty fhining fimmers he has feen , Tenting his hirfle on the moorland green : Unfhaken yet with mony a winter's wind , Stout are his limbs , and youthfu ' is his mind , But now he ...
... Wife are his words , like filler is his beard ; Near faxty fhining fimmers he has feen , Tenting his hirfle on the moorland green : Unfhaken yet with mony a winter's wind , Stout are his limbs , and youthfu ' is his mind , But now he ...
Strana 12
... wife he was ? how much lamented fell ? SANDY . Wha cou'd like him , in a short fang , define The bonny lafs and her young lover's pine ? I'll * Lewis XIV . king of France . Boileau , whofe ode on the taking Namur by the French in 1692 ...
... wife he was ? how much lamented fell ? SANDY . Wha cou'd like him , in a short fang , define The bonny lafs and her young lover's pine ? I'll * Lewis XIV . king of France . Boileau , whofe ode on the taking Namur by the French in 1692 ...
Strana 62
... wife . MADGE , Glaud's fifter . SCENE - A fhepherd's village and fields fome few miles from Edinburgh . TIME OF ACTION - Within twenty - four hours . First A & t begins at eight in the morning . Second Act begins at eleven in the ...
... wife . MADGE , Glaud's fifter . SCENE - A fhepherd's village and fields fome few miles from Edinburgh . TIME OF ACTION - Within twenty - four hours . First A & t begins at eight in the morning . Second Act begins at eleven in the ...
Strana 73
... wife To feafon meat with health , instead of spice . When we have tane the grace drink at this well , I'll whistle syne , and fing t ' ye like mysell . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . PROLOGUE . A flowrie howm between twa PASTORAL . 73.
... wife To feafon meat with health , instead of spice . When we have tane the grace drink at this well , I'll whistle syne , and fing t ' ye like mysell . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . PROLOGUE . A flowrie howm between twa PASTORAL . 73.
Obsah
3 | |
15 | |
21 | |
39 | |
49 | |
197 | |
203 | |
210 | |
375 | |
383 | |
389 | |
395 | |
402 | |
410 | |
416 | |
425 | |
216 | |
223 | |
229 | |
235 | |
241 | |
243 | |
250 | |
256 | |
263 | |
269 | |
276 | |
282 | |
296 | |
302 | |
308 | |
314 | |
357 | |
367 | |
431 | |
439 | |
445 | |
451 | |
457 | |
464 | |
470 | |
472 | |
478 | |
487 | |
495 | |
502 | |
509 | |
516 | |
531 | |
541 | |
577 | |
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
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.