Poems, Bind 1W. Kent, 1881 |
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... Frae the Friends and Land I love Come , rede me , Dame . 175 175 176 177 177 178 178 179 179 180 180 182 182 183 184 186 186 187 188 188 189 190 190 Sweet closes the Evening 191 Cock up your Beaver 192 My Tocher's the Jewel 193 Guidwife ...
... Frae the Friends and Land I love Come , rede me , Dame . 175 175 176 177 177 178 178 179 179 180 180 182 182 183 184 186 186 187 188 188 189 190 190 Sweet closes the Evening 191 Cock up your Beaver 192 My Tocher's the Jewel 193 Guidwife ...
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... frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains o ' craws to their repose : The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and ...
... frae the pleugh ; The blackening trains o ' craws to their repose : The toil - worn Cotter frae his labour goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and ...
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... Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; An ' though the gentry first are stechin , Yet even the ha ' folk fill their pechan , Wi ' sauce , ragouts , and sic like trashtrie , That's little ...
... Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; An ' though the gentry first are stechin , Yet even the ha ' folk fill their pechan , Wi ' sauce , ragouts , and sic like trashtrie , That's little ...
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... , feud , an ' faction . LUATH . Hech , man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste sae mony a braw estate ? Are we sae foughten an ' harassed For gear to gang that gate at last ? O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' 28 THE POEMS OF.
... , feud , an ' faction . LUATH . Hech , man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste sae mony a braw estate ? Are we sae foughten an ' harassed For gear to gang that gate at last ? O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' 28 THE POEMS OF.
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Robert Burns. O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the Cotter ! For thae frank , rantin ' , ramblin ' billies , Fient haet o ...
Robert Burns. O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the Cotter ! For thae frank , rantin ' , ramblin ' billies , Fient haet o ...
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aboon AE FOND KISS Amang auld auld lang syne baith banks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast canna cauld charms Chloris Collier Laddie dearie Deil e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell fête champêtre flowers frae gi'e glen green guid hame heart Heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jean John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss laird lassie lave o't lo'es Lord Lord Gregory luve maid Mary maun merry mony morning Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poor pride roar round sang simmer sing snaw sodger sugh sweet syne tell thee There's thine unco wander weary wee thing weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't Ye'll young young Jessie
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Side 22 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Side 21 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 98 - Thou's met me in an evil hour : For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing blithe to greet The purpling East.
Side 174 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?
Side 19 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 22 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 126 - MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 229 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 18 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Side 217 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.