Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, Volume 2T. Cadell, London, and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1794 |
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... tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , ftacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's fmile , The lifping infant ...
... tree ; Th ' expectant wee - things , toddlin , ftacher through To meet their Dad , wi ' flichterin noise an ' glee . His wee bit ingle , blinkin bonnily , His clean hearth - ftane , his thriftie Wife's fmile , The lifping infant ...
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... , Nor learns their guilty lore ! Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride Cafts forth his eyes abroad , But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD . : That That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ( 34 ) -
... , Nor learns their guilty lore ! Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride Cafts forth his eyes abroad , But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD . : That That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ( 34 ) -
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Robert Burns. That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ftreamlets grow ; The fruitful top is spread on high , And firm the root below . But he whofe bloffom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be cast , And like the rootlefs ...
Robert Burns. That man fhall flourish like the trees Which by the ftreamlets grow ; The fruitful top is spread on high , And firm the root below . But he whofe bloffom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be cast , And like the rootlefs ...
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... 'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! E 4 O Nature ! a ' thy fhews an ' forms ( 103 )
... 'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! E 4 O Nature ! a ' thy fhews an ' forms ( 103 )
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... tree ; Thy gloom will foothe my chearless foul , When Nature all is fad like me ! And maun Iftill on Menie doat , And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e ! For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . G ...
... tree ; Thy gloom will foothe my chearless foul , When Nature all is fad like me ! And maun Iftill on Menie doat , And bear the fcorn that's in her e'e ! For it's jet , jet black , an ' it's like a hawk , An ' it winna let a body be . G ...
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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 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...
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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?