The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Zväzok 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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Strana 87
... Heav'n.- To please the Mob they hide the little giv'n . I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an ' claw , An ' pour your creeshie nations ; An ' ye wha leather rax an ' draw , Of a ' denominations , Swith to the Laigh Kirk , ane an ' a CHIEFLY ...
... Heav'n.- To please the Mob they hide the little giv'n . I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an ' claw , An ' pour your creeshie nations ; An ' ye wha leather rax an ' draw , Of a ' denominations , Swith to the Laigh Kirk , ane an ' a CHIEFLY ...
Strana 109
... heav'n augment your blisses , On every new birth - day ye see , A humble poet wishes ! My bardship here , at your levee , On sic a day as this is , Is sure an uncouth sight to see , Amang the birth - day dresses Sae fine this day . II ...
... heav'n augment your blisses , On every new birth - day ye see , A humble poet wishes ! My bardship here , at your levee , On sic a day as this is , Is sure an uncouth sight to see , Amang the birth - day dresses Sae fine this day . II ...
Strana 112
... Heav'n has lent , Still higher may they heeze ye In bliss , till fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day . X. For you , young potentate o ' W- I tell your Highness fairly , Down pleasure's stream , wi ...
... Heav'n has lent , Still higher may they heeze ye In bliss , till fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day . X. For you , young potentate o ' W- I tell your Highness fairly , Down pleasure's stream , wi ...
Strana 113
... Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw , An ' gie you lads a - plenty : Sir John Fallstaff : vide Shakspeare . † Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain royal sai- lor's amour . L But sneer nae British boys awa ' , For kings K 2 ...
... Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw , An ' gie you lads a - plenty : Sir John Fallstaff : vide Shakspeare . † Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain royal sai- lor's amour . L But sneer nae British boys awa ' , For kings K 2 ...
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... Heav'n rest his saul , whare'er he be ! Is th ' wish o ' mony mae than me He had twa faults , or may be three , Yet what remead ? Ac social , honest man want we : Tam Samson's dead ! THE EPITAPH . TAM SAMSON'S weel - worn clay here lies ...
... Heav'n rest his saul , whare'er he be ! Is th ' wish o ' mony mae than me He had twa faults , or may be three , Yet what remead ? Ac social , honest man want we : Tam Samson's dead ! THE EPITAPH . TAM SAMSON'S weel - worn clay here lies ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Zväzok 38 Ezekiel Sanford Úplné zobrazenie - 1822 |
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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Strana 165 - 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 in an eternal sphere.
Strana 369 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Strana 164 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Strana 175 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Strana 251 - 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 368 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Strana 175 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Strana 253 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Strana 286 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
Strana 255 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.