The Poems of Robert FergussonJ. Fairbairn [and others], 1821 - 229 páginas |
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Página xxix
... Auld Breeks , 177 Auld Reekie , 179 Hame Content , a Satire , 190 POSTHUMOUS PIECES . Job , Chap . iii . Paraphrased , 194 Ode to Horror , 196 Ode to Disappointment , 198 Dirge , 199 Horace , Ode xi . lib . 1 . 200 On Night , ib . The ...
... Auld Breeks , 177 Auld Reekie , 179 Hame Content , a Satire , 190 POSTHUMOUS PIECES . Job , Chap . iii . Paraphrased , 194 Ode to Horror , 196 Ode to Disappointment , 198 Dirge , 199 Horace , Ode xi . lib . 1 . 200 On Night , ib . The ...
Página 104
... Auld Reikie ! thou'rt the canty hole ; A bield for mony a cauldrife soul , Wha snugly at thine ingle loll , Baith warm an ' couth ; While round they gar the bicker roll , To weet their mouth . When merry Yule - day comes , I trow , 104 ...
... Auld Reikie ! thou'rt the canty hole ; A bield for mony a cauldrife soul , Wha snugly at thine ingle loll , Baith warm an ' couth ; While round they gar the bicker roll , To weet their mouth . When merry Yule - day comes , I trow , 104 ...
Página 98
... auld gutcher first the warld knew , Fouk hadna fund the Indies whare it grew . I mind mysel , it's no sae lang sin ' syne , When auntie Marion did her stamack tyne , That Davs , our gard'ner , cam frae Applebog , An ' gae her tea to tak ...
... auld gutcher first the warld knew , Fouk hadna fund the Indies whare it grew . I mind mysel , it's no sae lang sin ' syne , When auntie Marion did her stamack tyne , That Davs , our gard'ner , cam frae Applebog , An ' gae her tea to tak ...
Página 101
... auld warld name for't find , As gart him keep it freshly in his mind . * Dr Wilkie had a farm near St Andrews , on which he made great improvements . For this , some ca'd him an uncanny wight ; FERGUSSON'S POEMS . 101.
... auld warld name for't find , As gart him keep it freshly in his mind . * Dr Wilkie had a farm near St Andrews , on which he made great improvements . For this , some ca'd him an uncanny wight ; FERGUSSON'S POEMS . 101.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aften Alexander Runciman ALEXIS amang AMYNTAS Auld baith bard bauld beauty blaw blithe bonny Braid Claith braw breeze Browster Burns busk canna canty cauld cauler cheerful chiel CORYDON cottar cou'd DAMON David Steuart dowie e'er Eclogue Edina's Edinburgh fair fancy FLORELLUS fouk frae gales genius GEORDIE glowr green groves gude hail hame hath heart ilka lads loun lyre maun mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er owre plain poem poet poortith Reekie reign ROBERT FERGUSSON round scenes Scotland Scottish shade shepherd shore shou'd sigh siller Simmer sing smiles song sorrow spring strains streams swain sweet thee thir thou TIMANTHES tongue trow Twas virtue voice wame weel ween weet wing wirrikow wou'd youthful
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Página 15 - 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?
Página 94 - 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.
Página xi - 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.
Página 89 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
Página 123 - Tho' age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave ; Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ; Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day the wee things, buskit braw, Shall heeze her heart up wi...
Página 123 - O mock na this, my friends ! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear ; Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.
Página 130 - This bell o' mine's a trick, A wily piece o' politic, A cunnin' snare, To trap fouk in a cloven stick, Ere they're aware. " As lang's my dautit bell hings there, A...
Página 170 - Yarrow braes, Arcadian herds wad tyne their lays, To hear the mair melodious sounds That live on our poetic grounds. Come, Fancy ! come, and let us tread The simmer's flow'ry velvet bed, And a...
Página 93 - Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith. Weel might ye trow, to see them there, That they to shave your haffits bare, Or curl and sleek a pickle hair, Wad be right laith, Whan pacing wi' a gawsy air In gude Braid Claith.
Página 59 - 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.