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... early at the road , Cam skelpin ' up the way . limping furrows looked wenches walking along Twa had manteeles o ' dolefu ' black , But ane wi ' lyart lining ; The third , that gaed a - wee a - back , Was in the fashion shining , Fu ...
... early at the road , Cam skelpin ' up the way . limping furrows looked wenches walking along Twa had manteeles o ' dolefu ' black , But ane wi ' lyart lining ; The third , that gaed a - wee a - back , Was in the fashion shining , Fu ...
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... early sum- mer , Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with his shoulder leaning against a ...
... early sum- mer , Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with his shoulder leaning against a ...
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... early object of my youthful vows ! Accept this mark of friendship , warm , sincere— Friendship ! ' tis all cold duty now allows . And when you read the simple artless rhymes , One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more , Who distant ...
... early object of my youthful vows ! Accept this mark of friendship , warm , sincere— Friendship ! ' tis all cold duty now allows . And when you read the simple artless rhymes , One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more , Who distant ...
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... early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave- I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonny banks of Ayr ...
... early Winter's ravage torn ; Across her placid , azure sky , She sees the scowling tempest fly ; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave- I think upon the stormy wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonny banks of Ayr ...
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... independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steeled , And trained to arms in stern misfortune's field VOL . II . 4 -- Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The ÆT . 28. ] 49 THE BRIGS OF AYR . The Brigs of.
... independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steeled , And trained to arms in stern misfortune's field VOL . II . 4 -- Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The ÆT . 28. ] 49 THE BRIGS OF AYR . The Brigs of.
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Side 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Side 240 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 234 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Side 280 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFOORU OF WHITEFOORD, BART.
Side 142 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 160 - CHORUS. . For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Side 265 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Side 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 262 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how...
Side 269 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...