The poetical works of Robert Ferguson, with his life, 1. kötetW. Davison, 1812 |
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AMYNTAS array'd attending beauty bend bless'd breast breath breeze brow BUGS CANONGATE PLAY-HOUSE cell cheerful circumstances CODICIL CORYDON coursers crown'd DAMON delight Edina's Edinburgh ev'ry EXPEDITION TO FIFE fair fancy Fergus flocks flood FLORELLUS fold Fortune friends gales genius gloomy goddess green groves hail happy hath heart HUDIBRAS Irving JOHN CUNNINGHAM landlord lustre lyre melody midst mind mirth morn mortals mournful murmur Muse Naiads ne'er night numbers nymph o'er PASTORAL Phoebus pity plains PLAY-HOUSE IN RUINS pleasure poetic pow'r reed reign REPINING RIVERS OF SCOTLAND Robert Burns Robert Fergusson sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON SATURDAY'S EXPEDITION scene SCOTTISH POET shade shepherd shore sighs SIR JOHN FIELDING smiles Sommers song sorrows SOW OF FEELING spring stray streams swain sweet tear tender thee thou thro TIMANTHES tongue tow'rs Twas Tweed Tyburn verdant virtue voice wind wing youth
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154. 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 least ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
239. 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.
74. 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.
260. oldal - THE DEATH OF MR. THOMAS LANCASHIRE, COMEDIAN.* ALAS, poor Tom! how oft with merry heart Have we beheld thee play the sexton's part! Each comic heart must now be grieved to see The sexton's dreary part perform'd on thee.
44. oldal - ... head of the West Bow. In his going down the Lawnmarket and High Street, he had the address to collect great multitudes around him, while he amused them with a variety of favourite Scots songs, by no means such as he had ballads for, and gained the wager by disposing of the whole collection. He waited on his companions by eight o'clock that evening, and spent with them, in mirthful glee, the proceeds of his street adventure.
70. oldal - their memory the presentiment which he " had so often expressed, of his being at length " overwhelmed by this most dreadful of all " calamities ; but endeavoured to comfort " them with assurances of his being humanely " treated in the asylum. He entreated his " sister to bring her work, and frequently sit " by him, in order to dispel the gloom that
43. oldal - Such were his vocal powers and attachment to Scots songs, that in the course of his convivial frolics, he laid a wager with some of his associates that if they would furnish him with a certain number of printed ballads (no matter what kind) , he would undertake to dispose of them as a street singer in the course of two hours. The bet was laid: and...
44. oldal - the West Bow. In his going down the " Lawnmarket, and High Street, he had the " address to collect great multitudes around " him, while he amused them with a variety
71. oldal - We got immediate access to the cell and found Robert lying with his clothes on, stretched upon a bed of loose uncovered straw. The moment he heard my voice, he instantly arose, got me in his arms, and wept. The Doctor felt his pulse, and declared it to be favourable. I asked the keeper, whom I formerly knew as a gardener, to allow him to accompany us into an adjoining back court, by way of taking the air. He consented. Robert...
73. oldal - His dying couch was a mat of straw. The last sounds which pealed upon his ear, were the howlings of insanity. No tongue whispered peace ; and even a consoling tear of sympathy mingled not with those of contrition and of hope, which, in charity, I trust, illumined his closing eye. Robert Fergusson died on the...