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Page 332 - I'll employ wi' pleasure a' my art To keep him cheerfu', and secure his heart. At e'en, when he comes weary frae the hill, I'll ha'e a...
Page 296 - And switch their broomsticks thro' the sky, Ride post o'er hills, and woods, and seas, From Thule to the Hesperides ? * And yet the men of Gresham own That this, and stranger feats, are done By a warm fancy's power alone. This granted, why can't you and I Stretch forth our wings and cleave the sky ( Since our poetic brains, you know, Than theirs must more intensely glow. Did not the Theban swan take wing. Sublimely soar, and sweetly sing...
Page 331 - 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...
Page 404 - I've mony day been; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. These tears that I shed they are a...
Page 315 - The genial hearth first blush'd with strangers' blood. The friend no more upon the friend relies, And semblant falsehood puts on truth's disguise ; The peaceful household fill'd with dire alarms ; The ravish'd virgin mourns her slighted charms ; The voice of impious mirth is heard around, In guilt they feast, in guilt the bowl is crown'd ; Unpunish'd violence lords it o'er the plains, And happiness forsakes the guilty swains.
Page 417 - I'll ne'er beguile thee. Alane through flow'ry hows I dander, Tenting my flocks left they fhou'd wander, Gin thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gaylie, And gi'e my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
Page 384 - I met betimes my lovely maid In fit retreats for wooing. Beneath the cooling shade we lay, Gazing and chastely sporting ; We kiss'd and promis'd time away, Till night spread her black curtain.
Page 323 - 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.
Page 329 - I'll lean my head. There we may kiss as long as kissing's good, And what we do, there's nane dare call it rude. He's get his will: Why no ? 'Tis good my part To give him that; and he'll give me his heart Jenny — He may indeed, for ten or fifteen days, Make meikle o...
Page 411 - When wandring o'er the flow'ry Park, No nat'ral Beauty wanting ; How lightfome is't to hear the Lark, And Birds in Confort chanting : But if my Chrijly tunes her Voice, I'm rap't in Admiration, My Thoughts with Extafies rejoice, And drap the hale Creation.