The poems of Robert Fergusson, with a life of theauthor, and remarks on his genius and writings, by J. Gray1821 |
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95. oldal
... wou'd as lieve maist lend my lugs To tuneless puddocks croakin ' i ' the bogs . I sigh at hame ; a - field I'm dowie too ; To sowf a tune I'll never crook my mou . E WILLIE . Foulfa ' me ! if your bridal hadna An Eclogue,
... wou'd as lieve maist lend my lugs To tuneless puddocks croakin ' i ' the bogs . I sigh at hame ; a - field I'm dowie too ; To sowf a tune I'll never crook my mou . E WILLIE . Foulfa ' me ! if your bridal hadna An Eclogue,
96. oldal
... wou'd I houp my friend will be inclin'd To gie me a ' the secrets o ' his mind : Heh , Sandie , lad ! what dool's come owre ye now , That you to whistle ne'er will crook your mou ? SANDIE . Ah , Willie , Willie ! I may date my wae Frae ...
... wou'd I houp my friend will be inclin'd To gie me a ' the secrets o ' his mind : Heh , Sandie , lad ! what dool's come owre ye now , That you to whistle ne'er will crook your mou ? SANDIE . Ah , Willie , Willie ! I may date my wae Frae ...
97. oldal
... wou'd poison dogs , As it stands lapper'd i ' the dirty cogs . Before the seed , I sell'd my ferra cow , An ' wi ' the profit coft a stane o ' woo ' ; I thought , by priggin , that she might hae spun A plaidie , light , to screen me ...
... wou'd poison dogs , As it stands lapper'd i ' the dirty cogs . Before the seed , I sell'd my ferra cow , An ' wi ' the profit coft a stane o ' woo ' ; I thought , by priggin , that she might hae spun A plaidie , light , to screen me ...
101. oldal
... wou'd some auld warld name for't find , As gart him keep it freshly in his mind . * Dr Wilkie had a farm near St Andrews , on which he made great improvements . For this , some ca'd him an uncanny wight ; FERGUSSON'S POEMS . 101.
... wou'd some auld warld name for't find , As gart him keep it freshly in his mind . * Dr Wilkie had a farm near St Andrews , on which he made great improvements . For this , some ca'd him an uncanny wight ; FERGUSSON'S POEMS . 101.
107. oldal
... wou'd do you ill , An ' ding you doitet : Troth , ' twou'd be sair against my will To hae the wyte o't . Sing , then ... wou'd cry out , An ' echo to thy dinsome rout ; The herds wou'd gather in their nowt , That glowr'd wi ' wonder ...
... wou'd do you ill , An ' ding you doitet : Troth , ' twou'd be sair against my will To hae the wyte o't . Sing , then ... wou'd cry out , An ' echo to thy dinsome rout ; The herds wou'd gather in their nowt , That glowr'd wi ' wonder ...
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aften amang AMYNTAS Auld baith bard bauld beauty blaw blithe bonny Braid Claith braw breath breeze Browster Burns busk canna canty cauld cauler cheer chiel CORYDON cottar cou'd DAMON dimin dowie e'er Edina's Edinburgh fair fancy Fergusson fouk frae gang genius GEORDIE girn glowr green groves gude Gutcher hail hame hath hauds heart ilka lads loun maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er owre poet poortith Reekie ROBERT FERGUSSON round scene Scotland Scottish seenil shade Shellycoat shepherd shou'd sigh siller Simmer sing Skelpin smiles song sorrow spring strain streams swain sweet taste thee thole thou TIMANTHES tongue trow Twas unco voice wame weel ween weet Whase Whilk wing wirrikow woes wou'd
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33. 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?
xv. 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.
114. 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.
79. oldal - When you censure the age, Be cautious and sage, Lest the courtiers offended, should be ; If you mention vice or bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries — That was levelld at me.
109. oldal - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
143. oldal - Shall heeze her heart up wi' a silent joy, Fu' cadgie that her head was up, and saw Her ain spun cleedin on a darlin oy ; Careless tho' death shon'd mak the feast her foy.
59. 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...
143. oldal - O mock na this, my friends ! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear ; Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.
104. oldal - Sends drift owr a' his bleak domain, And guides the weir. Auld Reikie ! thou'rt the canty hole, A bield for mony a caldrife soul, Wha snugly at thine ingle loll, Baith warm and couth ; While round they gar the bicker roll To weet their mouth. • When merry Yule-day comes, I trow You'll scantlins find a hungry mou ; Sma' are our cares, our stamacks fou O' gusty gear, And kickshaws, strangers to our view, Sin Fairn-year.
128. oldal - This is the name that doctors use Their patients noddles to confuse ; Wi' simples clad in terms abstruse, They labour still, In kittle words to gar you roose Their want o