Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volumen2T. Cadell, 1797 |
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... auld claes look amaift as weel's the new ; The Father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . VI . Their Master's an ' their Miftrefs's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er ...
... auld claes look amaift as weel's the new ; The Father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . VI . Their Master's an ' their Miftrefs's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er ...
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... auld , fin ' Lint was i ' the bell . XII . The cheerfu ' Supper done , wi ' ferious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The Sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ba ' - Bible , ance his Father's pride : His ...
... auld , fin ' Lint was i ' the bell . XII . The cheerfu ' Supper done , wi ' ferious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The Sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ba ' - Bible , ance his Father's pride : His ...
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... ! Hadft thou taen aff fome drowfy bummle , Wha can do nought but fyke an ' fumble , Twad been nae plea ; But he was gleg as ony wumble , nores . I That's owre the Sea ! Auld , Auld , cantie Kyle may weepers wear , An ' ( 58 ) .
... ! Hadft thou taen aff fome drowfy bummle , Wha can do nought but fyke an ' fumble , Twad been nae plea ; But he was gleg as ony wumble , nores . I That's owre the Sea ! Auld , Auld , cantie Kyle may weepers wear , An ' ( 58 ) .
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Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. Auld , cantie Kyle may weepers wear , An ' ftain them wi ' the faut , faut tear ; ' Twill mak her poor , auld heart , I fear , In flinders flee : He was her Laureat monie a year , That's owre ...
Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Robert Burns. Auld , cantie Kyle may weepers wear , An ' ftain them wi ' the faut , faut tear ; ' Twill mak her poor , auld heart , I fear , In flinders flee : He was her Laureat monie a year , That's owre ...
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... they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ; Then auld Guidman , maist like to rive , Betbankit hums . Is there that o'er his French ragout , Or olio Is ( 62 ) The groaning trencher there ye fill, ...
... they drive , Till a ' their weel - fwall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ; Then auld Guidman , maist like to rive , Betbankit hums . Is there that o'er his French ragout , Or olio Is ( 62 ) The groaning trencher there ye fill, ...
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ANTISTROPHE auld baith banks of Ayr Bard barley beſt blaſt blate bleft bofom bonnie Braxie bright chearful Claut corn Craigdarroch Crunt dear dimin diphthong Ev'n ev'ry fair fark fate fcorn fhall fhould fide fight filent fing flow'rs fmall fober focial fome Fortune's foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet gien Glenriddel glorious haud heart Heav'n honeft horfe John Barleycorn Juft laffes laft Lallans laſt mair maun Maxwelton moffy monie mourn Mufe ne'er neebor night noiſe o'er owre the Sea pleaſure plough poor Pow'r pride Profe reft roar ſcarce ſcenes Scotia's Scotland ſhall ſhe ſkies ſmall ſpare ſtep ſtill taen tear thee theſe thoſe thou thro twas Twill unco Warlocks weary weel Whare Whiſtle whofe wind winna Ye'll Yokin younkers
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Página 206 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Página 19 - 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...
Página 17 - 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...
Página 144 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a
Página 15 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.
Página 15 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high, Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 12 - 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? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Página 203 - That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey 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.
Página 10 - O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 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...
Página 204 - And thro the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro...