The Poems of Robert Fergusson: in Two Parts. To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, and a Sketch of His Writings; with a Copious Glossary Annexed, 1. kötetBenjamin Chapman. A. Small, printer., 1815 - 331 oldal |
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... cou'd hae tell'd you but a warlock's art , That some daft lyghtlyin quean had stow'n your heart ; Our beisties here will tak their e'ening pluck , An ' now sin ' Jock's gane hame the byres to muck , Fain would I houp my friend will be ...
... cou'd hae tell'd you but a warlock's art , That some daft lyghtlyin quean had stow'n your heart ; Our beisties here will tak their e'ening pluck , An ' now sin ' Jock's gane hame the byres to muck , Fain would I houp my friend will be ...
161. oldal
... Before a tonguey woman's noisy plea Shou'd ever be a cause to danton me . San . Weel cou'd I this abide , but oh ! I fear I'll soon be twin'd o ' a ' my warldly gear ; My kirnstaff now stands gizzen'd at the door , My 0 2 161.
... Before a tonguey woman's noisy plea Shou'd ever be a cause to danton me . San . Weel cou'd I this abide , but oh ! I fear I'll soon be twin'd o ' a ' my warldly gear ; My kirnstaff now stands gizzen'd at the door , My 0 2 161.
166. oldal
... cou'd hae said , " I carena by , " Nor fund occasion now my cheeks to dry . Crosses like thae , or lake o ' warld's gear , Are nathing whan we tyne a friend that's dear . Ah ! waes me for you , Willie ! mony a day Did I wi ' you on yon ...
... cou'd hae said , " I carena by , " Nor fund occasion now my cheeks to dry . Crosses like thae , or lake o ' warld's gear , Are nathing whan we tyne a friend that's dear . Ah ! waes me for you , Willie ! mony a day Did I wi ' you on yon ...
170. oldal
... cou'd mak clear baith B's and A's Wi ' his lang head ; Rin owr surd roots but cracks or flaws ; But now he's dead . Weel vers'd was he in architecture , An ' kent the nature of the sector , Upo ' baith globes he weel cou'd lecture , An ...
... cou'd mak clear baith B's and A's Wi ' his lang head ; Rin owr surd roots but cracks or flaws ; But now he's dead . Weel vers'd was he in architecture , An ' kent the nature of the sector , Upo ' baith globes he weel cou'd lecture , An ...
175. oldal
... seenil am I gi'en to bannin , But , by my saul , ye was a cannon , Cou'd hit a man had he been stannin In shire o ' Fife , Sax lang Scots miles ayont Clackmannan , An ' tack his life . The hills in terror wou'd cry out , An ' 175.
... seenil am I gi'en to bannin , But , by my saul , ye was a cannon , Cou'd hit a man had he been stannin In shire o ' Fife , Sax lang Scots miles ayont Clackmannan , An ' tack his life . The hills in terror wou'd cry out , An ' 175.
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62. oldal - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
186. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
194. oldal - Ferguson, whose irregularities sometimes led him into unpleasant rencontres with these military conservators of public order, and who mentions them so often that he may be termed their poet...
226. oldal - At night, in calmest slumbers dose fu' sound ; Nor doctor need their weary life to spae, Nor drogs their noddle and their sense confound, Till death slip sleely on, and gie the hindmost wound.
iv. oldal - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, ' No storied urn nor animated bust ;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
205. oldal - A cauler burn o' siller sheen, Ran cannily out-owre the green ; And whan our gutcher's drouth had been To bide right sair, He loutit down, and drank bedeen A dainty skair. His bairns had a', before the flood, A langer tack o* flesh and blood ; • * And on mair pithy shanks they stood Than Noah's line, Wha still hae been a feckless brood, Wi
179. oldal - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
100. oldal - O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honour spoke, From that place the Morn is broke To that place Day doth unyoke...
288. oldal - Wi' thee but wi' a dowy heart; Aft frae the Fifan coast I've seen Thee tow'ring on thy summit green, So glowr the saints when first is given A fav'rite keek o...
267. oldal - That void our test'ments, and can freely gie Sic will and scoup to the ordain'd trustee, That he may tir our stateliest riggins bare, Nor acres, houses, woods, nor fishins spare, Till he can lend the stoitering state a lift Wi...