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... feelings Mr B. to Mr R. B. II . III . Mr B. to Mr R. B. youth and old age • : 242 Proposes a meeting 245 • Moral reflections on 246 • • 248 IV . Mr B. to Mr R. B. Acknowledges his lack of worldly wisdom V. VI . Mr B. to Mr R. B. VII ...
... feelings Mr B. to Mr R. B. II . III . Mr B. to Mr R. B. youth and old age • : 242 Proposes a meeting 245 • Moral reflections on 246 • • 248 IV . Mr B. to Mr R. B. Acknowledges his lack of worldly wisdom V. VI . Mr B. to Mr R. B. VII ...
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... feeling , O Farewel for ever ! Is anguish unmingl'd and agony pure . II . Wild as the winter now tearing the forest , Till the last leaf o ' the summer is flown , Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom , Since my last hope and last ...
... feeling , O Farewel for ever ! Is anguish unmingl'd and agony pure . II . Wild as the winter now tearing the forest , Till the last leaf o ' the summer is flown , Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom , Since my last hope and last ...
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... here we meet , With decency and law beneath his feet ; Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like CALEDONIANS , you applaud or blame . The Man of Feeling , written by Mr M'Kenzie , O Thou ! dread Power ! whose empire - giving 219.
... here we meet , With decency and law beneath his feet ; Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name ; Like CALEDONIANS , you applaud or blame . The Man of Feeling , written by Mr M'Kenzie , O Thou ! dread Power ! whose empire - giving 219.
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... Feeling's generous pangs , and Fancy's glow , And all that liberal Nature could bestow , To him profusely given , yet given in vain ; Misfortune aids and points the stings of pain . How blest , when wand'ring by his native Ayr , He woo ...
... Feeling's generous pangs , and Fancy's glow , And all that liberal Nature could bestow , To him profusely given , yet given in vain ; Misfortune aids and points the stings of pain . How blest , when wand'ring by his native Ayr , He woo ...
Page 233
... Feeling , Taste , their griefs rehearse , And deck with artless tears his mournful hearse , See Cunning , Dullness , Ignorance , and Pride , Exulting o'er his grave , in triumph ride , And boast , " tho ' Genius , Humour , 233.
... Feeling , Taste , their griefs rehearse , And deck with artless tears his mournful hearse , See Cunning , Dullness , Ignorance , and Pride , Exulting o'er his grave , in triumph ride , And boast , " tho ' Genius , Humour , 233.
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Page 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 116 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Page 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Page 5 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Page 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 159 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Page 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Page 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...