Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, Volume 2T. Cadell, London, and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1794 |
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... 'n's beauties on my fancy fhine ; I fee the Sire of Love on high , And own his work indeed divine ! V. There watching high the least alarms , Thy rough rude Fortress gleams afar ; Like fome bold Vet'ran , gray in arms , And Like ( 80 )
... 'n's beauties on my fancy fhine ; I fee the Sire of Love on high , And own his work indeed divine ! V. There watching high the least alarms , Thy rough rude Fortress gleams afar ; Like fome bold Vet'ran , gray in arms , And Like ( 80 )
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Robert Burns. Like fome bold Vet'ran , gray in arms , And mark'd with many a feamy fear : The pond'rous wall and maffy bar , Grim - rifing o'er the rugged rock , Have oft with ftood affailing War , And oft repell'd th ' Invader's fhock ...
Robert Burns. Like fome bold Vet'ran , gray in arms , And mark'd with many a feamy fear : The pond'rous wall and maffy bar , Grim - rifing o'er the rugged rock , Have oft with ftood affailing War , And oft repell'd th ' Invader's fhock ...
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... Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms , Who hold your being on the terms , Each aid the others , " Come to my bowl , come to my arms , My friends , my brothers ! But But to conclude my lang epiftle , As my auld ( 90 )
... Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms , Who hold your being on the terms , Each aid the others , " Come to my bowl , come to my arms , My friends , my brothers ! But But to conclude my lang epiftle , As my auld ( 90 )
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... 'rs began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And fore furpris'd them all . IV . The fultry funs of Summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed fpears , That His ( 118 ) 11. ...
... 'rs began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And fore furpris'd them all . IV . The fultry funs of Summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed fpears , That His ( 118 ) 11. ...
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Robert Burns. His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed fpears , That no one should him wrong . V. The fober Autumn enter'd mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fail . VI . His colour ficken'd ...
Robert Burns. His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed fpears , That no one should him wrong . V. The fober Autumn enter'd mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fail . VI . His colour ficken'd ...
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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?