Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Bind 1Adam Neill and Company, 1800 - 287 sider |
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... Poor Maillie 108 Poor Maillie's Elegy 113 To J. S **** 116 A Dream 127 The Vifion 138 Addrefs to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righ- teous 157 Tam Tam Samfon's Elegy Halloween Page · 162 171 To a.
... Poor Maillie 108 Poor Maillie's Elegy 113 To J. S **** 116 A Dream 127 The Vifion 138 Addrefs to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righ- teous 157 Tam Tam Samfon's Elegy Halloween Page · 162 171 To a.
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... poor dogs like you have ; An ' when the gentry's life I faw , What way poor bodies liv'd ava . Our Laird gets in his racked rents , His coals , his kain , and a ' his ftents : He rifes when he likes himsel ; His flunkies answer at the ...
... poor dogs like you have ; An ' when the gentry's life I faw , What way poor bodies liv'd ava . Our Laird gets in his racked rents , His coals , his kain , and a ' his ftents : He rifes when he likes himsel ; His flunkies answer at the ...
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... Poor worthless elf , it eats a dinner , Better than ony tenant man His Honor has in a ' the lan ' : An ' what poor cot - folk pit their painch in , I own it's paft my comprehenfion . LUATH . Trowth , Cafar , whyles they're fash't enough ...
... Poor worthless elf , it eats a dinner , Better than ony tenant man His Honor has in a ' the lan ' : An ' what poor cot - folk pit their painch in , I own it's paft my comprehenfion . LUATH . Trowth , Cafar , whyles they're fash't enough ...
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... poor folk , As 1 wad by a stinking brock , I've notic'd , on our Laird's court - day , a time my heart's been wae , An ' mony a Poor tenant bodies , fcant o ' cash , How they maun thole a factor's fnafh : He'll ftamp an ' threaten ...
... poor folk , As 1 wad by a stinking brock , I've notic'd , on our Laird's court - day , a time my heart's been wae , An ' mony a Poor tenant bodies , fcant o ' cash , How they maun thole a factor's fnafh : He'll ftamp an ' threaten ...
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... fellows ; Except for breakin o ' their timmer , Or speakin lightly o ' their limmer , Or fhootin o'a hare or moor - cock , The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk . But But will ye tell me , Mafter Cafar , Sure ( 12 )
... fellows ; Except for breakin o ' their timmer , Or speakin lightly o ' their limmer , Or fhootin o'a hare or moor - cock , The ne'er a bit they're ill to poor folk . But But will ye tell me , Mafter Cafar , Sure ( 12 )
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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