Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, Volumen1Cadell, 1794 |
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... warft , Wi ' ev'ndown want o ' wark are curft . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneafy ; Their days infipid , dull , an ' tasteless ; Their nights unquiet , lang , an ' restless ; An ' even ...
... warft , Wi ' ev'ndown want o ' wark are curft . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneafy ; Their days infipid , dull , an ' tasteless ; Their nights unquiet , lang , an ' restless ; An ' even ...
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... warft faes . Ye Scots , wha with auld Scotland well ! Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like my fel ! It fets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May May gravels round his blather ...
... warft faes . Ye Scots , wha with auld Scotland well ! Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like my fel ! It fets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May May gravels round his blather ...
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... thrall , An ' brak him out o ' houfe an ' hal ' , While fcabs an ' botches did him gall , Wi ' bitter claw , An ' lows'd his ill - tongu'd , wicked Scawl , Was warft ava ? E 5 But But a ' your doings to rehearse , Your wily ( 105 )
... thrall , An ' brak him out o ' houfe an ' hal ' , While fcabs an ' botches did him gall , Wi ' bitter claw , An ' lows'd his ill - tongu'd , wicked Scawl , Was warft ava ? E 5 But But a ' your doings to rehearse , Your wily ( 105 )
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... thy bairn - time a ' ; Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye fax mae , I've fell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ' twa , The vera warft . Monie Monie a fair daurk we twa hae wrought ,. An ( 200 )
... thy bairn - time a ' ; Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye fax mae , I've fell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ' twa , The vera warft . Monie Monie a fair daurk we twa hae wrought ,. An ( 200 )
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... warft o't , Is only but to beg . III . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en , When banes are craz'd , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtlefs , great distress ! Yet then content could make us bleft ; Ev'n then , fometimes we'd fnatch a tafte Of ...
... warft o't , Is only but to beg . III . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en , When banes are craz'd , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtlefs , great distress ! Yet then content could make us bleft ; Ev'n then , fometimes we'd fnatch a tafte Of ...
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Página 100 - To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, Ev'n to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An' hear us squeel! Great is thy pow'r, an' great thy fame; Far kend an' noted is thy name; An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame, Thou travels far; An' faith! thou's neither lag nor lame, Nor blate nor scaur. Whyles, ranging like a roarin lion For prey, a...
Página 217 - It's no in makin muckle mair: It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang; The heart...
Página 204 - That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An
Página 47 - 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
Página 204 - An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear, An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Página 161 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 191 - Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, As thro' the glen it wimpl't; Whyles round a rocky scar it strays; Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays, Wi' bickerin, dancin dazzle ; Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel, Unseen that night.
Página 34 - But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow. Nae cauld, faint-hearted doubtings tease him: Death comes, wi' fearless eye he sees him; Wi' bluidy hand a welcome gies him : An' when he fa's, His latest draught o' breathin lea'es him In faint huzzas.
Página 171 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Página 231 - Too justly I may fear! Still caring, despairing, Must be my bitter doom; My woes here shall close ne'er But with the closing tomb!