The gentle shepherd. With illustrations of the scenary [sic], an appendix, and a glossary. To which are prefixed, an authentic life of Allan Ramsay, and an Inquiry into the origin of pastoral poetry [&c. Ed. by R. Brown?].

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Page 642 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Page 503 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a...
Page 659 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 648 - He rose with confidence and tranquillity, and pressed on with his sabre in his hand, for the beasts of the desert were in motion, and on every hand were heard the mingled howls of rage and fear, and ravage and expiration; all the horrors of darkness and solitude surrounded him: the winds roared in the woods, and the torrents tumbled from the hills, " Work'd into sudden rage by wintry showers, Down the steep hill the roaring torrent pours! The mountain shepherd hears the distant noise.
Page 535 - I judge, as we. Here, where primroses thickest paint the green, Hard by this little burnie let us lean : Hark ! how the lav'rocks chant aboon our heads, How saft the westlin winds sough through the reeds I FEOOY.
Page 519 - I'll guide with canny care, And win the vogue at market, tron, or fair, For halesome, clean, cheap and sufficient ware. A flock of lambs, cheese, butter, and some woo, Shall first be said to pay the laird his due ; Syne a
Page 495 - Fly'st thou, displeas'd, the commerce of mankind? O! teach our steps to find the secret cell, "Where, with thy sire Content, thou lov'st to dwell. Or say, dost thou a duteous handmaid wait, Familiar at the chambers of the great ? Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call To noisy revel, and to midnight ball?
Page 513 - We're far frae ony road, and out o' sight; The lads they're feeding far beyont the height. But tell me now, dear Jenny, (we're our lane,) What gars ye plague your wooer wi' disdain ? The neibours a' tent this as weel as I, That Roger loes ye, yet ye carena by.
Page 648 - Where a' the sweets of spring and simmer grow. Between twa birks, out o'er a little lin, The water fa's, and maks a singand din : A pool breast-deep, beneath as clear as glass, Kisses with easy whirles the bord'ring grass. We'll end our washing while the morning's cool ; And when the day grows het, we'll to the pool, There wash oursells ; 'tis healthfu' now in May, And sweetly cauler on sae warm a day.
Page 497 - Supremely blest by heav'n, heav'n's richest grace Confest is thine, an early blooming race, Whose pleasing smiles shall guardian Wisdom arm, Divine instruction ! taught of thee to charm. What transports shall they to thy soul impart, (The conscious transports of a parent's heart), When thou behold'st them of each grace possest, And sighing youths imploring to be blest : After thy image...

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