The Poetical Works: Of Robert Fergusson, with the Life of the Author. By David Irving. Embellished with Three Elegant Engravings. Chapman and Lang's EditionChapman and Lang, 1800 - 223 pagina's |
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... Fair Ode to the Bee On seeing a Butterfly in the Street Ode to the Gowdspink Caller Water The Sitting of the Session The Rising of the Session Leith -Races The Farmer's Ingle The Election To the Tron - kirk Bell 94 96 98 · for · 104 106 ...
... Fair Ode to the Bee On seeing a Butterfly in the Street Ode to the Gowdspink Caller Water The Sitting of the Session The Rising of the Session Leith -Races The Farmer's Ingle The Election To the Tron - kirk Bell 94 96 98 · for · 104 106 ...
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... fair adorn the eastern skies ; As Pentland's cliffs o'ertop yon distant plain , So she the cities on our north domain . Alex . Boast not of cities , or their lofty tow'rs , Where Discord all her baneful influence pours ; The homely ...
... fair adorn the eastern skies ; As Pentland's cliffs o'ertop yon distant plain , So she the cities on our north domain . Alex . Boast not of cities , or their lofty tow'rs , Where Discord all her baneful influence pours ; The homely ...
Pagina 8
... fair spreading grove , Whose foliage shaded the green , A shepherd , repining at love , In anguish was heard to complain . " O Cupid ! thou wanton young boy ! Since , with thy invisible dart , Thou hast robb'd a fond youth of his joy ...
... fair spreading grove , Whose foliage shaded the green , A shepherd , repining at love , In anguish was heard to complain . " O Cupid ! thou wanton young boy ! Since , with thy invisible dart , Thou hast robb'd a fond youth of his joy ...
Pagina 9
... fair Excels the bright splendor of day , Ah ! have you no pity to share With DAMON thus fall'n to decay ? Forsaken For you have I quitted the plain , my sheep and my fold ; you in dull languor and pain , My tedious moments are told ...
... fair Excels the bright splendor of day , Ah ! have you no pity to share With DAMON thus fall'n to decay ? Forsaken For you have I quitted the plain , my sheep and my fold ; you in dull languor and pain , My tedious moments are told ...
Pagina 10
... Fair STELLA may see him inurn'd , He hath sigh'd all his sorrows away . THE DECAY OF FRIENDSHIP . A PASTORAL ELEGY . WHEN gold , man's sacred deity , did smile , My friends were plenty , and my sorrows few ; Mirth , love , and bumpers ...
... Fair STELLA may see him inurn'd , He hath sigh'd all his sorrows away . THE DECAY OF FRIENDSHIP . A PASTORAL ELEGY . WHEN gold , man's sacred deity , did smile , My friends were plenty , and my sorrows few ; Mirth , love , and bumpers ...
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Pagina 106 - 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 52 - Sing his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm, Pan, the father of our sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round, Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound.
Pagina 105 - Maks mony kail-worms butterflies, Gies mony a doctor his degrees For little skaith : In short, you may be what you please Wi' gude Braid Claith. For thof ye had as wise a snout on As Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton, Your judgment fouk wad hae a doubt on, I'll tak my aith, Till they cou'd see ye wi* a suit on O
Pagina 116 - An' may they scad their lips fu' leal, That dip their spoons in ither's kail. ODE TO THE GOWDSPINK. Jr RAE fields where Spring her sweets has blawn Wi' caller verdure our the lawn, The Gowdspink comes in new attire, The brawest 'mang the whistling choir, That, ere the sun can clear his ein, Wi' glib notes sane the simmer's green.
Pagina 117 - mang the sudden fa's O' winter's dreary dreepin' snaws. Now steekit frae the gowany field, Frae ilka fav'rite houff and bield, But mergh, alas ! to disengage Your bonny bouck frae fettering cage, Your free-born bosom beats in vain For darling liberty again. In window hung, how aft we see Thee keek around at warblers free. That carrol saft, and sweetly sing Wi
Pagina 168 - The scansing glories o' carmine ! Ah, legs ! in vain the silk-worm there Display'd to view her eident care ; For stink, instead of perfumes, grow, And clarty odours fragrant flow. Now some to porter, some to punch, Some to their wife, and some their wench, Retire, while noisy ten-hours' drum Gars a' your trades gac dand'ring home. Now mony a club, jocose and free, Gie a...
Pagina 140 - TO THE TRON-KIRK BELL. WANWORDY, crazy, dinsome thing, As e'er was fram'd to jow or ring, What gar'd them sic in steeple hing They ken themsel', But weel wat I they cou'dna bring Waur sounds frae hell.
Pagina 127 - An' loup like Hebe o'er the grass, As wanton and as free, Frae dule this day. 'I dwall amang the caller springs That weet the Land o' Cakes, And aften tune my canty strings At bridals and late-wakes: They ca...
Pagina 98 - For nought can cheer the heart sae weel As can a canty Highland reel; It even vivifies the heel To skip and dance: Lifeless is he wha canna feel Its influence. Let mirth abound ; let social cheer Invest the dawning of the year; Let blithesome innocence appear To crown our joy; Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy.
Pagina 134 - O mock na this, my friends ! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear ; Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.