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 10
... tongue , How have you taught my wav'ring mind to stray , Charm'd and attracted by the baneful song ? My pleasant cottage , shelter'd from the gale , Arose with moss , and rural ivy bound ; And scarce a flow'ret in my lowly vale , But ...
... tongue , How have you taught my wav'ring mind to stray , Charm'd and attracted by the baneful song ? My pleasant cottage , shelter'd from the gale , Arose with moss , and rural ivy bound ; And scarce a flow'ret in my lowly vale , But ...
Pagina 12
... tongue ; Sweet are the blossoms to the wanton bee ; Sweet to the shepherd sounds the lark's shrill song ; But sweeter far is SOLITUDE to me . Adieu ! ye fields , where I have fondly stray'd , Ye swains , who once the fav'rite DAMON knew ...
... tongue ; Sweet are the blossoms to the wanton bee ; Sweet to the shepherd sounds the lark's shrill song ; But sweeter far is SOLITUDE to me . Adieu ! ye fields , where I have fondly stray'd , Ye swains , who once the fav'rite DAMON knew ...
Pagina 18
... tongue is laid . " Health and Contentment usher in the morn , " With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain , " For which the Peer to pompous titles born , " Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . " For the calm comforts of an ...
... tongue is laid . " Health and Contentment usher in the morn , " With jocund smiles they cheer the rural swain , " For which the Peer to pompous titles born , " Forsaken sighs , but all his sighs are vain . " For the calm comforts of an ...
Pagina 26
... tongue , To kind condolence turns the song ; And oft wins the love - sick swain to stray To hear the tender variegated lay , Thro ' the dark woods of Forth , of Tweed , and Tay Hail , native streams , and native groves ! Oozy caverns ...
... tongue , To kind condolence turns the song ; And oft wins the love - sick swain to stray To hear the tender variegated lay , Thro ' the dark woods of Forth , of Tweed , and Tay Hail , native streams , and native groves ! Oozy caverns ...
Pagina 29
... tongue , Oft have we heard the mournful song ; Oft have we view'd the loaded bier Bedew'd with Pity's softest tear . Her sighs and tears were ne'er deny'd When innocence and virtue died . But in this black and iron age , Where Vice and ...
... tongue , Oft have we heard the mournful song ; Oft have we view'd the loaded bier Bedew'd with Pity's softest tear . Her sighs and tears were ne'er deny'd When innocence and virtue died . But in this black and iron age , Where Vice and ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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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.