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Pagina 60
... Twas his ' twas Fergusson's I heard , One of the sweetest sons of song . Where is that wit , in other days , That flash'd around the social board , That gilded with its meteor blaze , The scenes thy better sense abhorr'd ? Where are the ...
... Twas his ' twas Fergusson's I heard , One of the sweetest sons of song . Where is that wit , in other days , That flash'd around the social board , That gilded with its meteor blaze , The scenes thy better sense abhorr'd ? Where are the ...
Pagina 69
... twas quench'd ' In death's o'ershadowing gloom , it leaves behind A stream of brightness . - If the trembling eye Can view the sun descending in the blaze Of majesty expiring , it beholds A mimic image of his form , when sunk Beneath th ...
... twas quench'd ' In death's o'ershadowing gloom , it leaves behind A stream of brightness . - If the trembling eye Can view the sun descending in the blaze Of majesty expiring , it beholds A mimic image of his form , when sunk Beneath th ...
Pagina 112
... remembrance I crave . " To the sward then his visage he turned ; " Twas wan as the lilies in May : Fair Stella may see him inurned ; He hath sighed all his sorrows away . RETIREMENT . COME , Inspiration ! from thy vernal bow'r 112.
... remembrance I crave . " To the sward then his visage he turned ; " Twas wan as the lilies in May : Fair Stella may see him inurned ; He hath sighed all his sorrows away . RETIREMENT . COME , Inspiration ! from thy vernal bow'r 112.
Pagina 121
... Twas free from delusion and art ; I that friendship revere , And hold it yet dear to my heart ! may By which was I ever forgot ? It was both my physician and cure , That still found the way to my cot , Altho ' I was wretched and poor ...
... Twas free from delusion and art ; I that friendship revere , And hold it yet dear to my heart ! may By which was I ever forgot ? It was both my physician and cure , That still found the way to my cot , Altho ' I was wretched and poor ...
Pagina 122
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. " Twas balm to my canker - toothed care ; The wound of affliction it healed : In distress it was Pity's soft tear , And naked cold Poverty's shield . Attend , ye kind youth of the ...
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. " Twas balm to my canker - toothed care ; The wound of affliction it healed : In distress it was Pity's soft tear , And naked cold Poverty's shield . Attend , ye kind youth of the ...
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Pagina 116 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Pagina 250 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pagina 266 - For a' that life ahint can spare. The gowdspink, that sae lang has kend Thy happy sweets (his wonted friend), Her sad confinement ill can brook In some dark chamber's dowy nook ; Tho' Mary's hand his nebb supplies, Unkend to hunger's painfu...
Pagina 248 - He maunna care for being seen Before he sheath His body in a scabbard clean O' gude Braid Claith. For, gin he come wi...
Pagina 288 - And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's aye cradled when the grave is near. Yet thrift, industrious, bides her latest days, Tho' age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave ; Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ; Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day the wee things, buskit braw, Shall heeze her heart up wi...
Pagina 247 - Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith.
Pagina 320 - On einings cauld wi' glee we'd trudge To heat our shins in Johnny's lodge; The de'il ane thought his bum to budge Wi' siller on us : To claw het pints we'd never grudge O
Pagina 243 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oysters...
Pagina 198 - When you censure the age, Be cautious and sage, Lest the courtiers offended, should be ; If you mention vice or bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries — That was levelld at me.
Pagina 313 - I'd been there, How I wad trimm'd the bill o' fare ! For ne'er sic surly wight as he Had met wi' sic respect frae me. Mind ye what Sam,' the lying loun ! Has in his Dictionar laid down ? That aits in England are a feast To cow an' horse, an' sican beast, While in Scots ground this growth was common To gust the gab o