Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Zväzok 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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Strana 4
... fair - won penny fee , To help her Parents dear , if they in hardship be . V. Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and fifters meet , An ' each for other's weelfare kindly fpeirs : The The focial hours , swift - wing'd unnotic'd fleet ; (4) ...
... fair - won penny fee , To help her Parents dear , if they in hardship be . V. Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and fifters meet , An ' each for other's weelfare kindly fpeirs : The The focial hours , swift - wing'd unnotic'd fleet ; (4) ...
Strana 15
... fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly , in their hearts with Grace divine prefide . XIX . From scenes like thefe , old Scotia's grandeur fprings ...
... fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly , in their hearts with Grace divine prefide . XIX . From scenes like thefe , old Scotia's grandeur fprings ...
Strana 16
... fair Virtue's heav'nly road , The Cottage leaves the Palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ! a cumbrous load , Difguifing oft the wretch of human kind , Studied in arts of Hell , in wickedness refin'd ! XX . O Scotia ! my dear ...
... fair Virtue's heav'nly road , The Cottage leaves the Palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp ! a cumbrous load , Difguifing oft the wretch of human kind , Studied in arts of Hell , in wickedness refin'd ! XX . O Scotia ! my dear ...
Strana 29
... fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might go aftray ; Again exalt the brute and fink the man ; Then how should I for Heav'nly Mercy pray , Who act so counter Heav'nly Mercy's plan ? Who fin fo oft have mourn'd , yet to tempta tion ...
... fair Virtue's way ; Again in Folly's path might go aftray ; Again exalt the brute and fink the man ; Then how should I for Heav'nly Mercy pray , Who act so counter Heav'nly Mercy's plan ? Who fin fo oft have mourn'd , yet to tempta tion ...
Strana 60
... Fareweel , my rhyme - compofing billie ! Your native foil was right ill - willie ; But may ye flourish like a lily , Now bonnilie ! I'll toaft ye in my hindmoft gillie , Tho ' owre the Sea ! ΤΟ TO A HAGGIS . FAIR fa ' your honest , ( 60 )
... Fareweel , my rhyme - compofing billie ! Your native foil was right ill - willie ; But may ye flourish like a lily , Now bonnilie ! I'll toaft ye in my hindmoft gillie , Tho ' owre the Sea ! ΤΟ TO A HAGGIS . FAIR fa ' your honest , ( 60 )
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Strana 51 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Strana 22 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Strana 10 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Strana 15 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Strana 9 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er wi...
Strana 16 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Strana 199 - 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 13 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Strana 87 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools; If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars? Ye'd better ta'en up spades and shools, Or knappin'-hammers. A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An...
Strana 179 - I'm the sov'reign of Scotland, And mony a traitor there, Yet here I lie in foreign bands, And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That...