Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, Volume 2T. Cadell, London, and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1794 |
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... heart - ftruck anxious care , enquires his name , While Jenny hafflins is afraid to fpeak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears , it's nae wild , worthlefs Rake . VIII . Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben VIII . ( 6 ) $ ...
... heart - ftruck anxious care , enquires his name , While Jenny hafflins is afraid to fpeak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears , it's nae wild , worthlefs Rake . VIII . Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben VIII . ( 6 ) $ ...
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... heart o'erflows wi ' joy , But blate and laithfu ' , fcarce can weel behave ; The Mother , wi ' a woman's wiles , can spy What makes the youth fae bashfu ' an ' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave . IX ...
... heart o'erflows wi ' joy , But blate and laithfu ' , fcarce can weel behave ; The Mother , wi ' a woman's wiles , can spy What makes the youth fae bashfu ' an ' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave . IX ...
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... heart- A Wretch a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting youth ? Curfe on his perjur'd arts ! diffembling smooth ! Are Honor , Virtue , Confcience , all exil ...
... heart- A Wretch a Villain ! loft to love and truth ! That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting youth ? Curfe on his perjur'd arts ! diffembling smooth ! Are Honor , Virtue , Confcience , all exil ...
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... hearts , by far the nobleft aim : Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rife , Or plaintive Martyrs , worthy of the ... heart - felt raptures raife ; Nae unifon hae they with our Creator's praise . XIV . The priest - like Father reads ...
... hearts , by far the nobleft aim : Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rife , Or plaintive Martyrs , worthy of the ... heart - felt raptures raife ; Nae unifon hae they with our Creator's praise . XIV . The priest - like Father reads ...
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... heart ! The Pow'r , incens'd , the Pageant will defert , The pompous ftrain , the facerdotal stole ; But haply , in fome Cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd the language of the Soul ; And in his Book of Life the inmates poor en ...
... heart ! The Pow'r , incens'd , the Pageant will defert , The pompous ftrain , the facerdotal stole ; But haply , in fome Cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd the language of the Soul ; And in his Book of Life the inmates poor en ...
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Page 53 - 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.
Page 16 - 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. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Page 197 - 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...
Page 18 - 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 refined...
Page 197 - That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet, Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
Page 17 - 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.
Page 15 - 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...
Page 200 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Page 217 - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a* your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Page 10 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?