Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, Volume 2T. Cadell, London, and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1794 |
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Page 62
... horn for horn they ftretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmoft , on they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ; Then auld Guidman , maist like to rive , Bethankit hums . Is there that o'er his French ...
... horn for horn they ftretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmoft , on they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ; Then auld Guidman , maist like to rive , Bethankit hums . Is there that o'er his French ...
Page 87
... horns an ' ftools ; If honeft nature made you fools , What fairs your Grammars ? Ye'd better taen up fpades and fhools , Or knappin - hammers . A fet o ' dull , conceited Hashes , Confuse their brains in College claffes ! They gang in ...
... horns an ' ftools ; If honeft nature made you fools , What fairs your Grammars ? Ye'd better taen up fpades and fhools , Or knappin - hammers . A fet o ' dull , conceited Hashes , Confuse their brains in College claffes ! They gang in ...
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... horn , Wail thro ' the dreary midnight hour Till waukrife morn ! O , rivers , forefts , hills , and plains ! Oft have ye heard my canty ftrains : But now , what else for me remains But tales of woe ; And frae my een the drapping rains ...
... horn , Wail thro ' the dreary midnight hour Till waukrife morn ! O , rivers , forefts , hills , and plains ! Oft have ye heard my canty ftrains : But now , what else for me remains But tales of woe ; And frae my een the drapping rains ...
Page 183
... horns , but thofe by lucklefs Hymen worn , And thofe , alas ! not Amalthea's horn : No nerves olfact'ry , Mammon's trufty cur , Clad in rich Dulnefs ' comfortable fur . In naked feeling , and in aching pride ' , He bears th ' unbroken ...
... horns , but thofe by lucklefs Hymen worn , And thofe , alas ! not Amalthea's horn : No nerves olfact'ry , Mammon's trufty cur , Clad in rich Dulnefs ' comfortable fur . In naked feeling , and in aching pride ' , He bears th ' unbroken ...
Page 250
... the great Rorie " More * " And bumper his horn with him twenty " times o'er , " : * See Johnson's tour to the Hebrides . Sir Robert , a foldier , no fpeech would pre- Sir ( 250 ) And trufty Glenriddel, fo fkill'd in old ...
... the great Rorie " More * " And bumper his horn with him twenty " times o'er , " : * See Johnson's tour to the Hebrides . Sir Robert , a foldier , no fpeech would pre- Sir ( 250 ) And trufty Glenriddel, fo fkill'd in old ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard barley blaft blaſt blate bleft bofom bonie Braxie bright chearful Claut cloſe Craigdarroch Crunt curfe dear dimin diphthong Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fhall fhine fide fight filent fing fkies flow'rs fmall focial fome Fortune's foul fpare fpring frae ftill ftorm ftrike fure fweet gien Glenriddel glorious Green grow guife heart Heav'n honeft horfe John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallans laſt mair maun Maxwelton moffy monie mourn Mufe muft ne'er neebor night noife noiſe o'er pleaſure plough poor Pow'r pride profe reft roar ſcarce ſcenes Scotia's Scotland SCOTTISH ſhall ſhe ſhould taen tear thee theſe thofe thou thro Tune twas Twill unco uſed Warlocks weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe whoſe wind winna Ye'll Yokin younkers
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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...
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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...
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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?