The Poems of Robert FergussonJ. Fairbairn [and others], 1821 - 229 oldal |
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xvii. oldal
... tongue fell into disrepute , and the majestic stream of her poetry , that had come down in one uninterrupted tenor from Barbour to James VI . absolutely ceased to flow . Edinburgh sank into the station of a provincial town . All the en ...
... tongue fell into disrepute , and the majestic stream of her poetry , that had come down in one uninterrupted tenor from Barbour to James VI . absolutely ceased to flow . Edinburgh sank into the station of a provincial town . All the en ...
12. oldal
... tongue , How have you taught my wavering mind to stray , Charm'd and attracted by the baneful song ? My pleasant cottage , shelter'd from the gale , Arose , with moss and rural ivy bound ; And scarce a floweret in my lowly vale But was ...
... tongue , How have you taught my wavering mind to stray , Charm'd and attracted by the baneful song ? My pleasant cottage , shelter'd from the gale , Arose , with moss and rural ivy bound ; And scarce a floweret in my lowly vale But was ...
14. oldal
... tongue ; Sweet are the blossoms to the wanton bee ; Sweet to the shepherd sounds the lark's shrill song ; But sweeter far is solitude to me . Adieu , ye fields , where I have fondly stray'd ! Ye swains , who once the favourite Damon ...
... tongue ; Sweet are the blossoms to the wanton bee ; Sweet to the shepherd sounds the lark's shrill song ; But sweeter far is solitude to me . Adieu , ye fields , where I have fondly stray'd ! Ye swains , who once the favourite Damon ...
15. oldal
... tongue ? Avails it aught , if music's gentle lay Hath.oft been echoed by the sounding dome ; If music cannot sooth their griefs away , Or change a wretched to a happy home ? Though fortune should invest them with her spoils , And banish ...
... tongue ? Avails it aught , if music's gentle lay Hath.oft been echoed by the sounding dome ; If music cannot sooth their griefs away , Or change a wretched to a happy home ? Though fortune should invest them with her spoils , And banish ...
21. oldal
... tongue is laid . Health and contentment usher in the morn ; With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain ; For which the peer , to pompous titles born , Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . For the calm comforts of an easy ...
... tongue is laid . Health and contentment usher in the morn ; With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain ; For which the peer , to pompous titles born , Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . For the calm comforts of an easy ...
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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.