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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16. oldal
... tears .-- When the keeper entered , and informed them that it was time to depart , he with great earnestness conjured them to remain with him a little longer : but with this request it was not in their power to comply . From his ...
... tears .-- When the keeper entered , and informed them that it was time to depart , he with great earnestness conjured them to remain with him a little longer : but with this request it was not in their power to comply . From his ...
18. oldal
... glaring imperfections . He was an utter stranger to temperance and sobriety , without which , no character can be proposed as an example worthy of imitation , -Yet over his frailties let huma- nity drop a tear : let his virtues alone be IS.
... glaring imperfections . He was an utter stranger to temperance and sobriety , without which , no character can be proposed as an example worthy of imitation , -Yet over his frailties let huma- nity drop a tear : let his virtues alone be IS.
19. oldal
... tear : let his virtues alone be remembered , and his vices permitted to sink into oblivion . He had two sisters , Barbara , and Margaret , both of whom are still living in Edinburgh . The former is married to Mr. David Inverarity ...
... tear : let his virtues alone be remembered , and his vices permitted to sink into oblivion . He had two sisters , Barbara , and Margaret , both of whom are still living in Edinburgh . The former is married to Mr. David Inverarity ...
29. oldal
... Tears of Old May - Day , " he introduces an imagin- ary personage , and bewails her hapless fate in a man- ner so pathetic , that every one must feel himself mov- ed with sympathy . The personification , however is not strictly ...
... Tears of Old May - Day , " he introduces an imagin- ary personage , and bewails her hapless fate in a man- ner so pathetic , that every one must feel himself mov- ed with sympathy . The personification , however is not strictly ...
9. oldal
... the turf see me laid , Would my love but in pity appear On the spot where he moulds my cold grave , And bedew the green sod with a tear , ' Tis all the remembrance I crave . " To the swaird then his visage he turn'd ; " 9.
... the turf see me laid , Would my love but in pity appear On the spot where he moulds my cold grave , And bedew the green sod with a tear , ' Tis all the remembrance I crave . " To the swaird then his visage he turn'd ; " 9.
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aften Arthur's Seat Auld Reikie baith beauty blaw blest blythe bonny braw breeze browster busk caller canna canty cheer chiel cottar cou'd death dowy e'en e'er Eclogue Edina's Elegy ev'ry fair Fancy Fergusson Fife flow'rs fock frae friends gales glowr green groves hail hame happy hath heart heeze ilka lads lang's lasses lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse Nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er plain poem poet poortith pow'r ROBERT FERGUSSON round SAMUEL JOHNSON scene seenil shade shepherd shore shou'd sighs siller simmer sing smiles song spring strain streams swain sweet thee thir thole thou thro tongue trow Twas unco virtue voice wame weel weet Whan Whare Whase Whilk wing wirrikow wonted yence youth
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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.