Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Zväzok 2Adam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... reft to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his courfe does hameward bend . III . At length his lonely Cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their Dad ...
... reft to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his courfe does hameward bend . III . At length his lonely Cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , stacher through To meet their Dad ...
Strana 15
... reft : The Parent - pair their fecret homage pay , And proffer up to Heav'n the warm request , That He who fills the raven's clam'rous nest , And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For ...
... reft : The Parent - pair their fecret homage pay , And proffer up to Heav'n the warm request , That He who fills the raven's clam'rous nest , And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride , Would in the way His Wisdom fees the best , For ...
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... banks of Ayr , I fpy'd a man , whofe aged ftep Seem'd weary , worn with care ; His face was furrow'd o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . II . Young ftranger , whither wand'reft thou ! ( II . ( 18 ) MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. ...
... banks of Ayr , I fpy'd a man , whofe aged ftep Seem'd weary , worn with care ; His face was furrow'd o'er with years , And hoary was his hair . II . Young ftranger , whither wand'reft thou ! ( II . ( 18 ) MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. ...
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Robert Burns. II . Young ftranger , whither wand'reft thou ! ( Began the rev'rend Sage ; ) Does thirst of wealth thy ftep constrain , Or youthful Pleasure's rage ? Or haply , preft with cares and woes , Too foon thou haft began To wander ...
Robert Burns. II . Young ftranger , whither wand'reft thou ! ( Began the rev'rend Sage ; ) Does thirst of wealth thy ftep constrain , Or youthful Pleasure's rage ? Or haply , preft with cares and woes , Too foon thou haft began To wander ...
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Robert Burns. Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at reft ! The Great , the Wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , Oh ! a bleft relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH ...
Robert Burns. Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at reft ! The Great , the Wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , Oh ! a bleft relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard blaft blate bleft bleſs bofom bonnie Braxie bright chearful Claut corn Craigdarroch Crunt Daur dear dimin Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fcorn fhall fide fight filent fing flow'rs fmall fober focial fome Fortune's foul fpring frae ftill ftones ftorm ftrains fure fweet Glenriddel glorious Green grow heart Heav'n honeft horfe John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallans laſt mair maun Maxwelton moffy monie mourn Mufe ne'er neebor night noife o'er owre the Sea pleaſure pleugh poor Pow'r pride profe reft roar Scotia's Scotland Scottish language ſhall SHANTER ſhe ſhelter ſhould Snick ſpare Sugh ſweet taen tear thee theſe thoſe thou thro twas Twill unco weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe Whoſe wind winna wiſh Ye'll Yokin younkers
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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...