The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... .. 184 Written in a Wrapper 185 The Dean of Faculty . 186 O , once I lov'd a bonnie Lass ... 188 I'll aye ca ' in by yon Town 189 Whistle o'er the Lave o't .............. 189 Young Jockey M'Pherson's Farewell A Bottle and Friend .... I'll.
... .. 184 Written in a Wrapper 185 The Dean of Faculty . 186 O , once I lov'd a bonnie Lass ... 188 I'll aye ca ' in by yon Town 189 Whistle o'er the Lave o't .............. 189 Young Jockey M'Pherson's Farewell A Bottle and Friend .... I'll.
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... o'er the loanin Domestic peace To thee and thine ; and comforts crowning The hale design . POSTSCRIPT . Ye've heard this while how I've been licket , And by fell death was nearly nicket : Grim loun ! he gat me by the fecket , And sair ...
... o'er the loanin Domestic peace To thee and thine ; and comforts crowning The hale design . POSTSCRIPT . Ye've heard this while how I've been licket , And by fell death was nearly nicket : Grim loun ! he gat me by the fecket , And sair ...
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... o'er - gowdy ! in he gangs , And like a sheep - head on a tangs , Thy girning laugh enjoys his pangs And murd'ring wrestle , As , dangling in the wind , he hangs A gibbet's tassel . But lest you think I am uncivil , To plague you with ...
... o'er - gowdy ! in he gangs , And like a sheep - head on a tangs , Thy girning laugh enjoys his pangs And murd'ring wrestle , As , dangling in the wind , he hangs A gibbet's tassel . But lest you think I am uncivil , To plague you with ...
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... o'er , A time that surely shall come ; In Heaven itself I'll ask no more , Than just a Highland welcome . INSCRIPTION TO THE MEMORY OF FERGUSSON . HERE LIES ROBERT FERGUSSON , POET , Born , September 5th , 1751 - Died , 15th October ...
... o'er , A time that surely shall come ; In Heaven itself I'll ask no more , Than just a Highland welcome . INSCRIPTION TO THE MEMORY OF FERGUSSON . HERE LIES ROBERT FERGUSSON , POET , Born , September 5th , 1751 - Died , 15th October ...
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... o'er my curple , Than ony ermine ever lap , Or proud imperial purple . Fareweel then , lang heal then , An ' plenty be your fa ' : May losses and crosses hallan ca ' , Ne'er at your March , 1787 . ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788 . A Sketch . FOR ...
... o'er my curple , Than ony ermine ever lap , Or proud imperial purple . Fareweel then , lang heal then , An ' plenty be your fa ' : May losses and crosses hallan ca ' , Ne'er at your March , 1787 . ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788 . A Sketch . FOR ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Էջ 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Էջ 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Էջ 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Էջ 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Էջ 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Էջ 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Էջ 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Էջ 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Էջ 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Էջ 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.