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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Pagina 6
... stand prepared to wrest the vindictive thunder from the hands of Omnipo- tence . As he had been deprived of his father two years be- * The book is intitled , " A Defence of the Church Govern- ment , Faith , Worship , and Spirit of the ...
... stand prepared to wrest the vindictive thunder from the hands of Omnipo- tence . As he had been deprived of his father two years be- * The book is intitled , " A Defence of the Church Govern- ment , Faith , Worship , and Spirit of the ...
Pagina 17
... stands in need of the same tribute of affection , which he once paid to the memory of his unfortunate predecessor . Upon one side of the stone , he caused the follow- ing epitaph to be engraven : No sculptur'd marble here , nor pompous ...
... stands in need of the same tribute of affection , which he once paid to the memory of his unfortunate predecessor . Upon one side of the stone , he caused the follow- ing epitaph to be engraven : No sculptur'd marble here , nor pompous ...
Pagina 20
... standing the strong north - west winds which blow most of the winter . When we arrived at Boston , we were ordered to this country , which has been as hot this summer as the former was cold in winter . Such a change of cli- mate could ...
... standing the strong north - west winds which blow most of the winter . When we arrived at Boston , we were ordered to this country , which has been as hot this summer as the former was cold in winter . Such a change of cli- mate could ...
Pagina 22
... stand e- rect . I hope you'll make it your particular care , to study such branches of education as may prove most conducive to your future happiness , and appear at least once every Sunday in church ( I mean the church of Scotland ) ...
... stand e- rect . I hope you'll make it your particular care , to study such branches of education as may prove most conducive to your future happiness , and appear at least once every Sunday in church ( I mean the church of Scotland ) ...
Pagina 1
... glow the sun adorns the land , The pearly dew - drops on the bushes stand ; The lowing oxen from the folds we hear , And snowy flocks upon the hills appear . A Alex . How sweet the murmurs of the neighb'ring ril Poems. ...
... glow the sun adorns the land , The pearly dew - drops on the bushes stand ; The lowing oxen from the folds we hear , And snowy flocks upon the hills appear . A Alex . How sweet the murmurs of the neighb'ring ril Poems. ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
aften Arthur's Seat Auld Reikie baith beauty blaw blest blythe bonny braw breeze browster busk caller canna canty cheer chiel cottar cou'd death dowy e'en e'er Eclogue Edina's Elegy ev'ry fair Fancy Fergusson Fife flow'rs fock frae friends gales glowr green groves hail hame happy hath heart heeze ilka lads lang's lasses lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse Nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er plain poem poet poortith pow'r ROBERT FERGUSSON round SAMUEL JOHNSON scene seenil shade shepherd shore shou'd sighs siller simmer sing smiles song spring strain streams swain sweet thee thir thole thou thro tongue trow Twas unco virtue voice wame weel weet Whan Whare Whase Whilk wing wirrikow wonted yence youth
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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.