Ab-o'th'-Yate's dictionary: or, Walmsley Fowt skoomester, put t'gether by th' help o' fause Juddie

Abel Heywood & son, 1881 - 237 sider

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Side 190 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Side 83 - I'd lay me doun and dee. Her brow is like the snaw-drift; Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on— That e'er the sun shone on— And dark blue is her ee; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa...
Side 118 - They downa bide the stink o' powther; Their bauldest thought's a hank'ring swither To stan' or rin, Till skelp — a shot — they're aff, a' throwther, To save their skin. But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow.
Side 89 - E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o
Side 234 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Side 121 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Side 42 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
Side 171 - He was quick to discern the tide in the affairs of men which, when taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Side 84 - Theaw'st have a saup o' th' best breawn ale 'At ever lips did seawk. The greawn'd it sturr'd beneath my feet, An' then I yerd a groan, He shook the dust fro' off his skull, An' rowlt away the stone. I brought him op o' a deep breawn jug, 'At a gallon did contain, An' he took it at one blessed draught, 'An laid him deawn again.
Side 118 - The virtue by which we give to every man what is his due ; vindicative retribution, punishment ; right, assertion ol right : one deputed by the king to do right by way of judgment.

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