Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Bind 1Adam Neill and Company, 1800 - 287 sider |
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Side 10
... Some rafcal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himsel the fafter In favour wi ' fome gentle Master , Wha , ablins , thrang a - parliamentin , For Britain's guid his foul indentin- CESAR . Haith , lad , ye little ken about ...
... Some rafcal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himsel the fafter In favour wi ' fome gentle Master , Wha , ablins , thrang a - parliamentin , For Britain's guid his foul indentin- CESAR . Haith , lad , ye little ken about ...
Side 28
... Some o ' you nicely ken the laws , To round the period an ' paufe , An ' wi ' rhetoric claufe on claufe To mak harangues ; Then echo thro ' Saint Stephen's wa's Auld Scotland's wrangs . Dempfer , Dempfler , a true blue Scot I'fe warran ...
... Some o ' you nicely ken the laws , To round the period an ' paufe , An ' wi ' rhetoric claufe on claufe To mak harangues ; Then echo thro ' Saint Stephen's wa's Auld Scotland's wrangs . Dempfer , Dempfler , a true blue Scot I'fe warran ...
Side 41
... Some carrying dales , fome chairs an ' ftools , An ' fome are bufy blethrin Right loud that day . IX . Here ftands a fhed to fend the show'rs , An ' fcreen our countra Gentry , There , racer fefs , an ' twa - three wh - res , Are ...
... Some carrying dales , fome chairs an ' ftools , An ' fome are bufy blethrin Right loud that day . IX . Here ftands a fhed to fend the show'rs , An ' fcreen our countra Gentry , There , racer fefs , an ' twa - three wh - res , Are ...
Side 51
... Some swagger hame , the best they dow , Some wait the afternoon . At flaps the billies halt a blink , Till laffes ftrip their fhoon : Wi ' faith an ' hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune , For crack that day . XXVII ...
... Some swagger hame , the best they dow , Some wait the afternoon . At flaps the billies halt a blink , Till laffes ftrip their fhoon : Wi ' faith an ' hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune , For crack that day . XXVII ...
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Side 47 - Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
Side 217 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Side 34 - To stan" or rin, Till skelp — a shot — they're aff, a' throw'ther, 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 159 - Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings must his veins convulse That still eternal gallop: Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o' baith to sail, It maks an unco leeway.
Side 191 - Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, As thro' the glen it wimpl't; Whyles round a rocky scar it strays; Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays, Wi' bickerin, dancin dazzle ; Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel, Unseen that night.
Side 161 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Side 106 - An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin, To your black pit ; But, faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin, An
Side 100 - To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, Ev'n to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An' hear us squeel! Great is thy pow'r, an' great thy fame; Far kend an' noted is thy name; An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame, Thou travels far; An' faith! thou's neither lag nor lame, Nor blate nor scaur. Whyles, ranging like a roarin lion For prey, a...
Side 231 - Too justly I may fear! Still caring, despairing, Must be my bitter doom; My woes here shall close ne'er But with the closing tomb!
Side 159 - And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hidin'. Think, when your Castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop ! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop ! Wi