Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volumen2T. Cadell, 1797 |
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... last ! The poor , oppressed , honeft man Had never , fure , been born , Had there not been fome recompenfe To comfort thofe that mourn ! XI . O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend , The kindeft and the best ! B4 Welcome 7 Welcome the ...
... last ! The poor , oppressed , honeft man Had never , fure , been born , Had there not been fome recompenfe To comfort thofe that mourn ! XI . O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend , The kindeft and the best ! B4 Welcome 7 Welcome the ...
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... last , Ill may she be ! So , took a birth afore the most , An ' owre the Sea . To tremble under Fortune's cummock , On scarce a belly fu ' o ' drummock , Wi ' his proud , independent stomach , Could ill agree ; So , row't his hurdies in ...
... last , Ill may she be ! So , took a birth afore the most , An ' owre the Sea . To tremble under Fortune's cummock , On scarce a belly fu ' o ' drummock , Wi ' his proud , independent stomach , Could ill agree ; So , row't his hurdies in ...
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... last , fad , mournful rites bestow . ' I will not wind a lang conclufion , Wi ' complimentary effufion : But whilft your wishes and endeavours , Are bleft with Fortune's smiles and favours , I am , Dear Sir , with zeal most fervent ...
... last , fad , mournful rites bestow . ' I will not wind a lang conclufion , Wi ' complimentary effufion : But whilft your wishes and endeavours , Are bleft with Fortune's smiles and favours , I am , Dear Sir , with zeal most fervent ...
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... last they catch them fast , Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them , O. Also A.Green grow , & c . Cob III . 1 But gie me a canny hour at e'en , My arms about my Dearie , O ; An ' warly cares , an ' warly men , May a ' gae tapfalteerie , O ...
... last they catch them fast , Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them , O. Also A.Green grow , & c . Cob III . 1 But gie me a canny hour at e'en , My arms about my Dearie , O ; An ' warly cares , an ' warly men , May a ' gae tapfalteerie , O ...
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... , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine that latest figh ! THE THE FARE WELL . TO THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES's ( 152 )
... , We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart , While death stands victor by , That throb , Eliza , is thy part , And thine that latest figh ! THE THE FARE WELL . TO THE BRETHREN OF ST JAMES's ( 152 )
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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...