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The Works of Robert Fergusson: To which is Prefixed, a Sketch of the Author ...
Volledige weergave - 1807
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Pagina 177 - 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 7 - 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 59 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end. Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
Pagina xcviii - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, ' No storied urn nor animated bust ;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
Pagina 59 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Pagina cxliv - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 68 - For mony a menzie of destructive ills The country now maun brook frae mortmain bills, That void our test'ments, and can freely gie Sic will and scoup to the ordain'd trustee, That he may tir our stateliest riggins bare, Nor acres, houses, woods, nor fishins spare, Till he can lend the stoitering state a lift Wi...
Pagina 243 - 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 cxl - Peace to the husbandman and a' his tribe, Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year ; Lang may his sock and couter turn the gleyb, And bauks o' corn bend down wi' laded ear. May Scotia's simmers ay look gay and green, Her yellow har'sts frae scowry blasts decreed ; May a