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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... ilka thing the woman had her will , Had fouth o ' meal to bake , and hens to kill : But hyn awa ' to Edinbrough scour'd she To get a making o ' her fav'rite tea ; And ' cause I left her nae the weary clink , She pawn'd the very ...
... ilka thing the woman had her will , Had fouth o ' meal to bake , and hens to kill : But hyn awa ' to Edinbrough scour'd she To get a making o ' her fav'rite tea ; And ' cause I left her nae the weary clink , She pawn'd the very ...
163. oldal
... ilka herd for cauld his fingers rubs , An ' cakes o ' ice are seen upo ' the dubs ; At morning , whan frae pleugh or fauld I come , I'll see a bra ' reek rising frae my lum , An ' ablins think to get a rantin blaze , To fley the frost ...
... ilka herd for cauld his fingers rubs , An ' cakes o ' ice are seen upo ' the dubs ; At morning , whan frae pleugh or fauld I come , I'll see a bra ' reek rising frae my lum , An ' ablins think to get a rantin blaze , To fley the frost ...
165. oldal
... ilka eie , An ' ilka waefu ' shepherd grieve wi ' me . Dav . Wharefor begin a sad an ' dowie strain , Or banish lilting frae the Fifan plain ? Tho ' simmer's gane an ' we nae langer view The blades o ' claver wat wi ' pearls o ' dew ...
... ilka eie , An ' ilka waefu ' shepherd grieve wi ' me . Dav . Wharefor begin a sad an ' dowie strain , Or banish lilting frae the Fifan plain ? Tho ' simmer's gane an ' we nae langer view The blades o ' claver wat wi ' pearls o ' dew ...
166. oldal
... ilka eie , An ' ilka canty callant sing like me . Geo . Na , na ! a canty spring wad now im- part Just threefald sorrow to my heavy heart . Thof to the weet my ripen'd aits had fawn , Or shake - winds owr my rigs wi ' pith had blawn ...
... ilka eie , An ' ilka canty callant sing like me . Geo . Na , na ! a canty spring wad now im- part Just threefald sorrow to my heavy heart . Thof to the weet my ripen'd aits had fawn , Or shake - winds owr my rigs wi ' pith had blawn ...
167. oldal
... ilka herd , the mournfu ' , mournfu ' boughs , Rosemary sad , and ever dreary yews ; Thae let be steepit i ' the saut , saut tear , To weet wi ' hallow'd draps his sacred bier , Whase sangs will ay in Scotland be rever'd , While slow ...
... ilka herd , the mournfu ' , mournfu ' boughs , Rosemary sad , and ever dreary yews ; Thae let be steepit i ' the saut , saut tear , To weet wi ' hallow'd draps his sacred bier , Whase sangs will ay in Scotland be rever'd , While slow ...
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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...