The Poems of Robert FergussonJ. Fairbairn [and others], 1821 - 229 oldal |
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3. oldal
... hath propitious smil'd ; Gentle in spring - time , and in summer mild ; No cutting blasts have hurt my tender dams ; No hoary frosts destroy'd my infant lambs . ALEXIS . If Ceres crown with joy the bounteous year , A sacred altar to her ...
... hath propitious smil'd ; Gentle in spring - time , and in summer mild ; No cutting blasts have hurt my tender dams ; No hoary frosts destroy'd my infant lambs . ALEXIS . If Ceres crown with joy the bounteous year , A sacred altar to her ...
4. oldal
... hath gain'd ; No flecker'd clouds his azure path hath stain'd ; Our pregnant ewes around us cease to graze , Stung with the keenness of his sultry rays ; The weary bullock from the yoke is led , And youthful shepherds from the plains ...
... hath gain'd ; No flecker'd clouds his azure path hath stain'd ; Our pregnant ewes around us cease to graze , Stung with the keenness of his sultry rays ; The weary bullock from the yoke is led , And youthful shepherds from the plains ...
5. oldal
... Hath caus'd the tedious moments steal away ; Whose strains melodious mov'd the falling floods To whisper Delia to the rising woods . O ! your sighs could aid the floating gales , That favourably swell their lofty sails , Ne'er should ...
... Hath caus'd the tedious moments steal away ; Whose strains melodious mov'd the falling floods To whisper Delia to the rising woods . O ! your sighs could aid the floating gales , That favourably swell their lofty sails , Ne'er should ...
9. oldal
... hath form'd to wing the ambient air : For him the steer his lusty neck doth bend ; Fishes for him their scaly fins extend . FLORELLUS . Wide o'er the orient sky the moon appears , A foe to darkness and his idle fears ; Around her orb ...
... hath form'd to wing the ambient air : For him the steer his lusty neck doth bend ; Fishes for him their scaly fins extend . FLORELLUS . Wide o'er the orient sky the moon appears , A foe to darkness and his idle fears ; Around her orb ...
9. oldal
... hath propitious smil❜d ; Gentle in spring - time , and in summer mild ; No cutting blasts have hurt my tender dams ; No hoary frosts destroy'd my infant lambs . ALEXIS . If Ceres crown with joy the bounteous year , A sacred altar to ...
... hath propitious smil❜d ; Gentle in spring - time , and in summer mild ; No cutting blasts have hurt my tender dams ; No hoary frosts destroy'd my infant lambs . ALEXIS . If Ceres crown with joy the bounteous year , A sacred altar to ...
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aften Alexander Runciman ALEXIS amang AMYNTAS Auld baith bard bauld beauty blaw blithe bonny Braid Claith braw breeze Browster Burns busk canna canty cauld cauler cheerful chiel CORYDON cottar cou'd DAMON David Steuart dowie e'er Eclogue Edina's Edinburgh fair fancy FLORELLUS fouk frae gales genius GEORDIE glowr green groves gude hail hame hath heart ilka lads loun lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er owre plain poem poet poortith Reekie reign ROBERT FERGUSSON round scenes Scotland Scottish shade shepherd shore shou'd sigh siller Simmer sing smiles song sorrow spring strains streams swain sweet thee thir thou TIMANTHES tongue trow Twas virtue voice wame weel ween weet wing wirrikow wou'd youthful
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15. 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?
94. 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.
xi. 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.
89. oldal - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
123. oldal - Tho' age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave ; Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ; Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day the wee things, buskit braw, Shall heeze her heart up wi...
123. 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.
130. oldal - This bell o' mine's a trick, A wily piece o' politic, A cunnin' snare, To trap fouk in a cloven stick, Ere they're aware. " As lang's my dautit bell hings there, A...
170. oldal - Yarrow braes, Arcadian herds wad tyne their lays, To hear the mair melodious sounds That live on our poetic grounds. Come, Fancy ! come, and let us tread The simmer's flow'ry velvet bed, And a...
93. oldal - Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith. Weel might ye trow, to see them there, That they to shave your haffits bare, Or curl and sleek a pickle hair, Wad be right laith, Whan pacing wi' a gawsy air In gude Braid Claith.
59. 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.