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... career , Wild as the wave ; Here pause and , through the starting tear , Survey this grave . The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know , B And keenly felt the friendly glow , And softer flame That Flack BURNS. ...
... career , Wild as the wave ; Here pause and , through the starting tear , Survey this grave . The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know , B And keenly felt the friendly glow , And softer flame That Flack BURNS. ...
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... waves wanton in the rays . ' Twas in that season , when a simple bard , Unknown and poor , simplicity's reward , Ae night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his ...
... waves wanton in the rays . ' Twas in that season , when a simple bard , Unknown and poor , simplicity's reward , Ae night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his ...
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... wave the quantum o ' the sin , The hazard o ' concealing ; But och ! it hardens a ' within , And petrifies the feeling ! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile , Assiduous wait upon her ; And gather gear by every wile That's justified by ...
... wave the quantum o ' the sin , The hazard o ' concealing ; But och ! it hardens a ' within , And petrifies the feeling ! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile , Assiduous wait upon her ; And gather gear by every wile That's justified by ...
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... Wave o'er the yellow corn ! And in the narrow house o ' death Let winter round me rave ; And the next flowers that deck the spring , Bloom on my peaceful grave ! ON LIFE . ADDRESSED TO COLONEL DE PEYSTER , DUMFRIES , 1796 . My honour'd ...
... Wave o'er the yellow corn ! And in the narrow house o ' death Let winter round me rave ; And the next flowers that deck the spring , Bloom on my peaceful grave ! ON LIFE . ADDRESSED TO COLONEL DE PEYSTER , DUMFRIES , 1796 . My honour'd ...
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... wave wi ' crape , For Mailie dead . O , a ' ye bards on bonnie Doon ! An ' wha on Ayr your chanters tune ! Come , join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed ! His heart will never get aboon His Mailie dead . MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN ...
... wave wi ' crape , For Mailie dead . O , a ' ye bards on bonnie Doon ! An ' wha on Ayr your chanters tune ! Come , join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed ! His heart will never get aboon His Mailie dead . MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN ...
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Page 132 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 13 - And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 74 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Page 142 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Page 137 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Page 139 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 130 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 12 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Page 131 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Page 15 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...