The Poetical Works: Of Robert Fergusson, with the Life of the Author. By David Irving. Embellished with Three Elegant Engravings. Chapman and Lang's EditionChapman and Lang, 1800 - 223 oldal |
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118. oldal
... dowy nook ; Tho ' Mary's hand his nebb supplies , Unkend to hunger's painfu ' cries , Ev'n beauty canna chear the heart Frae life , frae liberty apart ; For now we tyne its wonted lay , Sae lightsome sweet , sae blythly gay . Thus ...
... dowy nook ; Tho ' Mary's hand his nebb supplies , Unkend to hunger's painfu ' cries , Ev'n beauty canna chear the heart Frae life , frae liberty apart ; For now we tyne its wonted lay , Sae lightsome sweet , sae blythly gay . Thus ...
121. oldal
... simmer's hight Cours near the yird wi ' blinking light ; Cauld shaw the haughs , nae mair bedight Wi ' simmer's claes , They heeze the heart o ' dowy wight That thro ' them gaes . L Weel loes me o ' you , business , now 121.
... simmer's hight Cours near the yird wi ' blinking light ; Cauld shaw the haughs , nae mair bedight Wi ' simmer's claes , They heeze the heart o ' dowy wight That thro ' them gaes . L Weel loes me o ' you , business , now 121.
147. oldal
... dowy fair ; And courtiers aft gaed greening for my smack ,. To gar them bauldly glour , and gashly crack . The priest , to bang mishanters black and cares , Has sought me in his closet for his prayers . What tig then takes the fates ...
... dowy fair ; And courtiers aft gaed greening for my smack ,. To gar them bauldly glour , and gashly crack . The priest , to bang mishanters black and cares , Has sought me in his closet for his prayers . What tig then takes the fates ...
150. oldal
... superb Treat to Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON . ST . Andrews town may look right gawsy , Nae grass will grow upo ' her causey , Nor wa ' - flow'r o ' a yellow dye , Glour dowy o'er her ruin's high , Sin ' Sammy's head weel pang'd wi ' lear Has 150.
... superb Treat to Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON . ST . Andrews town may look right gawsy , Nae grass will grow upo ' her causey , Nor wa ' - flow'r o ' a yellow dye , Glour dowy o'er her ruin's high , Sin ' Sammy's head weel pang'd wi ' lear Has 150.
154. oldal
... dowy crune May mourn and clink , And steeples o ' St. Andrews town To yird may sink . Sin ' Pauly Tam ‡ , wi ' canker'd ' snout , First held the students in about , To wear their claes as black as soot , They ne'er had reason , Till ...
... dowy crune May mourn and clink , And steeples o ' St. Andrews town To yird may sink . Sin ' Pauly Tam ‡ , wi ' canker'd ' snout , First held the students in about , To wear their claes as black as soot , They ne'er had reason , Till ...
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106. 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.
52. oldal - Sing his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm, Pan, the father of our sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round, Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound.
105. oldal - Maks mony kail-worms butterflies, Gies mony a doctor his degrees For little skaith : In short, you may be what you please Wi' gude Braid Claith. For thof ye had as wise a snout on As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton, Your judgment fouk wad hae a doubt on, I'll tak my aith, Till they cou'd see ye wi* a suit on O
116. oldal - An' may they scad their lips fu' leal, That dip their spoons in ither's kail. ODE TO THE GOWDSPINK. Jr RAE fields where Spring her sweets has blawn Wi' caller verdure our the lawn, The Gowdspink comes in new attire, The brawest 'mang the whistling choir, That, ere the sun can clear his ein, Wi' glib notes sane the simmer's green.
117. oldal - mang the sudden fa's O' winter's dreary dreepin' snaws. Now steekit frae the gowany field, Frae ilka fav'rite houff and bield, But mergh, alas ! to disengage Your bonny bouck frae fettering cage, Your free-born bosom beats in vain For darling liberty again. In window hung, how aft we see Thee keek around at warblers free. That carrol saft, and sweetly sing Wi
168. oldal - The scansing glories o' carmine ! Ah, legs ! in vain the silk-worm there Display'd to view her eident care ; For stink, instead of perfumes, grow, And clarty odours fragrant flow. Now some to porter, some to punch, Some to their wife, and some their wench, Retire, while noisy ten-hours' drum Gars a' your trades gac dand'ring home. Now mony a club, jocose and free, Gie a...
140. oldal - TO THE TRON-KIRK BELL. WANWORDY, crazy, dinsome thing, As e'er was fram'd to jow or ring, What gar'd them sic in steeple hing They ken themsel', But weel wat I they cou'dna bring Waur sounds frae hell.
127. oldal - An' loup like Hebe o'er the grass, As wanton and as free, Frae dule this day. 'I dwall amang the caller springs That weet the Land o' Cakes, And aften tune my canty strings At bridals and late-wakes: They ca...
98. oldal - For nought can cheer the heart sae weel As can a canty Highland reel; It even vivifies the heel To skip and dance: Lifeless is he wha canna feel Its influence. Let mirth abound ; let social cheer Invest the dawning of the year; Let blithesome innocence appear To crown our joy; Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy.
134. 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.