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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... Fair 190 Ode to the Bee 195 On seeing a Butterfly in the Street 198 Ode to the Gowdspink 201 Caller Water 205 The Sitting of the Session 209 The Rising of the Session 212 Leith Races The Farmer's Ingle 216 225 . The Election To the Tron ...
... Fair 190 Ode to the Bee 195 On seeing a Butterfly in the Street 198 Ode to the Gowdspink 201 Caller Water 205 The Sitting of the Session 209 The Rising of the Session 212 Leith Races The Farmer's Ingle 216 225 . The Election To the Tron ...
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... fair adorn the eastern skies ; As Pentland cliffs o'ertop yon distant plain , So she the cities on our north domain . Alex . Boast not of cities , or their lofty tow❜rs , Where discord all her baneful influence pours ; The homely ...
... fair adorn the eastern skies ; As Pentland cliffs o'ertop yon distant plain , So she the cities on our north domain . Alex . Boast not of cities , or their lofty tow❜rs , Where discord all her baneful influence pours ; The homely ...
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Robert Fergusson. THE COMPLAINT . A PASTORAL . NEAR the heart of a fair spreading grove , Whose foliage shaded the green , A shepherd , repining at love , In anguish was heard to complain . O Cupid ! thou wanton young boy ! Since , with ...
Robert Fergusson. THE COMPLAINT . A PASTORAL . NEAR the heart of a fair spreading grove , Whose foliage shaded the green , A shepherd , repining at love , In anguish was heard to complain . O Cupid ! thou wanton young boy ! Since , with ...
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... fair Excels the bright splendor of day , Ah ! have you no pity to share With DAMON thus fall'n to decay ? For you have I quitted the plain , Forsaken my sheep and my fold ; For you in dull languor and pain , My tedious moments are told ...
... fair Excels the bright splendor of day , Ah ! have you no pity to share With DAMON thus fall'n to decay ? For you have I quitted the plain , Forsaken my sheep and my fold ; For you in dull languor and pain , My tedious moments are told ...
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... the remembrance I crave . To the swaird then his visage he turn'd ; ' Twas wan as the lilies in May ; Fair STELLA may see him inurn'd , He hath sigh'd all his sorrows away . THE DECAY OF FRIENDSHIP . A PASTORAL ELEGY . WHEN 27.
... the remembrance I crave . To the swaird then his visage he turn'd ; ' Twas wan as the lilies in May ; Fair STELLA may see him inurn'd , He hath sigh'd all his sorrows away . THE DECAY OF FRIENDSHIP . A PASTORAL ELEGY . WHEN 27.
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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...