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... hand to cherish and retain this native poet , whose " wood - notes wild " possess so much excellence . To repair the wrongs of suffering or neglected merit ; to call forth genius from the obscurity in which it had pined indignant , and ...
... hand to cherish and retain this native poet , whose " wood - notes wild " possess so much excellence . To repair the wrongs of suffering or neglected merit ; to call forth genius from the obscurity in which it had pined indignant , and ...
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... hand in hand Dance by fu ' light . The magic wand then let us wield ; For ance that five - and - forty's speeld See crazy , weary , joyless Eild , With wrinkled face , Comes hostan , hirplan owre the field , With creeping pace . When ...
... hand in hand Dance by fu ' light . The magic wand then let us wield ; For ance that five - and - forty's speeld See crazy , weary , joyless Eild , With wrinkled face , Comes hostan , hirplan owre the field , With creeping pace . When ...
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... hand , the hopes and fears which agitate the breast of the love- sick swain or forlorn maiden , affords ample scope to the rural poet . Love songs , of which Tibullus himself would not have been ashamed , might be composed by an unedu ...
... hand , the hopes and fears which agitate the breast of the love- sick swain or forlorn maiden , affords ample scope to the rural poet . Love songs , of which Tibullus himself would not have been ashamed , might be composed by an unedu ...
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... hand among the Scottish peasantry , the product was probably like that of pears and apples of a thousand that spring up , nine hundred and fifty are so bad as to set the teeth on edge ; forty - five or more are passable and useful ; and ...
... hand among the Scottish peasantry , the product was probably like that of pears and apples of a thousand that spring up , nine hundred and fifty are so bad as to set the teeth on edge ; forty - five or more are passable and useful ; and ...
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... hand a welcome gies him , An ' when he fa's , His latest draught o ' breathing lea'es him In faint huzzas . * The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Repre- sentatives in Parliament . + Of whisky . Again , however , he sinks ...
... hand a welcome gies him , An ' when he fa's , His latest draught o ' breathing lea'es him In faint huzzas . * The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Repre- sentatives in Parliament . + Of whisky . Again , however , he sinks ...
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Page 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 78 - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...
Page 73 - Bagdat in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Page 223 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Page 5 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 78 - His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee, Does a' his weary carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Page 61 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Page 80 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 78 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 114 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.