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... thought of being branded as An imperti- nent blockhead , obtruding his nonsense on the world ; and because he can make a shift to jingle a few doggerel , Scotch rhymes together , looks upon himself as a Poet of no fmall confequence ...
... thought of being branded as An imperti- nent blockhead , obtruding his nonsense on the world ; and because he can make a shift to jingle a few doggerel , Scotch rhymes together , looks upon himself as a Poet of no fmall confequence ...
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... thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d man , were ye but whyles where I am , The gentles ye wad neer envy them ! It's true , they need na ftarve or sweat , Thro ' Winter's cauld , or Summer's heat ; They've nae fair - wark to ...
... thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d man , were ye but whyles where I am , The gentles ye wad neer envy them ! It's true , they need na ftarve or sweat , Thro ' Winter's cauld , or Summer's heat ; They've nae fair - wark to ...
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... thoughts o ' ither , They're a run deils an ' jads thegither . Whyles , owre the wee bit cup an ' platie , They fip the scandal - potion pretty ; Or lee - lang nights , wi ' crabbet leuks , Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake ...
... thoughts o ' ither , They're a run deils an ' jads thegither . Whyles , owre the wee bit cup an ' platie , They fip the scandal - potion pretty ; Or lee - lang nights , wi ' crabbet leuks , Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake ...
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... dishonor arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their fhouther ; They downa bide the ftink o ' powther ; Their bauldeft thought's a hank'ring fwither , To ftan ' or rin , Till skelp a fhot- they're aff , a ' throw- ( 37 )
... dishonor arms In hungry droves . Their gun's a burden on their fhouther ; They downa bide the ftink o ' powther ; Their bauldeft thought's a hank'ring fwither , To ftan ' or rin , Till skelp a fhot- they're aff , a ' throw- ( 37 )
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... thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes , wi ' fearless eye he fees him ; Wi ' bluidy han ' a welcome gies him ; An ' when he fa's , His latest draught o ' breathin lea'es ...
... thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes , wi ' fearless eye he fees him ; Wi ' bluidy han ' a welcome gies him ; An ' when he fa's , His latest draught o ' breathin lea'es ...
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Page 135 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
Page 176 - 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 136 - 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 ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Page 136 - 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 162 - Mis-spending all thy precious hours Thy glorious, youthful prime! Alternate Follies take the sway; Licentious Passions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, That Man was made to mourn.
Page 126 - Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Page 127 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Page 49 - Now, butt an' ben, the Change-house fills, Wi' yill-caup Commentators : Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters ; While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, Wi' logic, an' wi' Scripture, They raise a din, that in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
Page 179 - The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip, To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border; Its slightest touches, instant pause — Debar a' side pretences; And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.
Page 130 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.