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Стр. 240 - o' life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, 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
Стр. 244 - wee,' unchristen'd bairns; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape," Wi' his last gasp his gab' did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi blude* red-rusted, Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled, A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain ' son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack
Стр. 244 - to the heft;" Wi' mair" o' horrible and awefu', 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 reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin " swat '* and reekit,
Стр. 240 - tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair' and rustle, Tarn did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himself amang* the nappy, As bees flee hame wi' lades * o' * treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi
Стр. 239 - To think how mony * counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle," bleezing ' finely, Wi' reaming swats, 1 that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter
Стр. 246 - That night enlisted in the core, 1 (Lang after kend on Carrick shore ; For mony a beast to dead* she shot, And perish'd mony a bonnie boat, And shook baith* meikle corn and bear/ And kept the country-side in fear), Her cutty sark,* o' Paisley harn,
Стр. 247 - When plundering herds' assail their byke ;' As open pussie's* mortal foes, When pop ! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When " Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch'
Стр. 261 - Yet leave those eyes to weep ? " How could you say my face was fair, " And yet that face forsake ? " How could you win my virgin heart, " Yet leave that heart to break? " Why did you say my lip was sweet, " And made the scarlet pale? " And why did I, young witless maid,
Стр. 242 - the whins, and by the cairn, 7 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' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway
Стр. 273 - Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more."— On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, The Sage stood wondering as the Seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when, to mount on high, His master took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view ; The Prophet gazed, and wish'd to follow too.