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... wild - wand'ring roam , Tho ' rigid law cries out , ' twas just ! VII . Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Thro ' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore : Ev'n I who sing ...
... wild - wand'ring roam , Tho ' rigid law cries out , ' twas just ! VII . Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Thro ' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore : Ev'n I who sing ...
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... fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven 9 *EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN.
... fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven 9 *EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN.
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... wild - whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steel'd , And train'd to arms in stern misfortune's field- Shall he be guilty of their ...
... wild - whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steel'd , And train'd to arms in stern misfortune's field- Shall he be guilty of their ...
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... wild woody coverts hide ; Benevolence , with mild , benignant air , A female form , came from the tow'rs of Stair : Learning and Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - lov'd abode : Last , white - rob'd Peace ...
... wild woody coverts hide ; Benevolence , with mild , benignant air , A female form , came from the tow'rs of Stair : Learning and Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - lov'd abode : Last , white - rob'd Peace ...
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... wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . These lines were composed , it appears , in compliance with the request of Advocate Hay.- - " The enclosed poem ...
... wilds and lonely wanderings mine , To mourn the woes my country must endure , That wound degenerate ages cannot cure . These lines were composed , it appears , in compliance with the request of Advocate Hay.- - " The enclosed poem ...
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Page 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Page 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Page 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Page 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Page 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Page 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Page 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.