The Poems of Robert FergussonJ. Fairbairn [and others], 1821 - 229 oldal |
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98. oldal
... maun fill his crap Frae the milk coggie , or the parritch cap . WILLIE . Sandie ! if this were ony common plea , I shou'd the lealest o ' my counsel gie ; But mak or meddle betwixt man an ' wife Is what I never did in a ' my life . Its ...
... maun fill his crap Frae the milk coggie , or the parritch cap . WILLIE . Sandie ! if this were ony common plea , I shou'd the lealest o ' my counsel gie ; But mak or meddle betwixt man an ' wife Is what I never did in a ' my life . Its ...
99. oldal
... maun sadden ilka ee , An ' ilka waefu ' shepherd grieve wi ' me . DAVIE . Wherefore begin a sad an ' dowie strain , Or banish liltin ' frae the Fifan plain ? Though simmer's gane , an ' we nae langer view The blades o ' clover wat wi ...
... maun sadden ilka ee , An ' ilka waefu ' shepherd grieve wi ' me . DAVIE . Wherefore begin a sad an ' dowie strain , Or banish liltin ' frae the Fifan plain ? Though simmer's gane , an ' we nae langer view The blades o ' clover wat wi ...
100. oldal
... maun lighten ilka ee ; An ' ilka canty callant sing like me . GEORDIE . Na , na ! a canty spring wad now impart Just threefauld sorrow to my heavy heart . Tho ' to the weet my ripen'd aits had fa'n , Or shake - winds owre my rigs wi ...
... maun lighten ilka ee ; An ' ilka canty callant sing like me . GEORDIE . Na , na ! a canty spring wad now impart Just threefauld sorrow to my heavy heart . Tho ' to the weet my ripen'd aits had fa'n , Or shake - winds owre my rigs wi ...
108. oldal
... the nature o ' his wound , Dead pussie , draigled through the pond , Taks him a lounder , Which lays his honour on the ground As flat's a flounder . The Muse maun also now implore Auld wives to steek 108 FERGUSSON'S POEMS .
... the nature o ' his wound , Dead pussie , draigled through the pond , Taks him a lounder , Which lays his honour on the ground As flat's a flounder . The Muse maun also now implore Auld wives to steek 108 FERGUSSON'S POEMS .
109. oldal
Robert Fergusson, James Gray. The Muse maun also now implore Auld wives to steek ilk hole an ' bore ; If baudrins slip but to the door , I fear , I fear , She'll no lang shank upo ' all four This time o ' year . Neist day ilk hero tells ...
Robert Fergusson, James Gray. The Muse maun also now implore Auld wives to steek ilk hole an ' bore ; If baudrins slip but to the door , I fear , I fear , She'll no lang shank upo ' all four This time o ' year . Neist day ilk hero tells ...
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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.