The Poems of Robert FergussonJ. Fairbairn [and others], 1821 - 229 páginas |
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... o'er her poet's dust . " By special grant of the Managers TO ROBERT BURNS , who erected this Stone , This Burial - place is ever to remain sacred to the Memory of ROBERT FERGUSSON . " " Previous to his confinement he had burned his ...
... o'er her poet's dust . " By special grant of the Managers TO ROBERT BURNS , who erected this Stone , This Burial - place is ever to remain sacred to the Memory of ROBERT FERGUSSON . " " Previous to his confinement he had burned his ...
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... teach our flocks to stray , While sounding echoes smooth the sylvan lay . ALEXIS . ' Tis thine to sing the graces of the morn , The zephyr trembling o'er the ripening corn ; A ' Tis thine with ease to chant the rural lay.
... teach our flocks to stray , While sounding echoes smooth the sylvan lay . ALEXIS . ' Tis thine to sing the graces of the morn , The zephyr trembling o'er the ripening corn ; A ' Tis thine with ease to chant the rural lay.
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... o'er the Anglian plains , Where civil discord and sedition reigns . There Scotia's sons in odious light appear ... o'er , Till Delia's presence grac'd our northern shore ! CORYDON . Though Delia greet my love , I sigh in vain ; Such joy ...
... o'er the Anglian plains , Where civil discord and sedition reigns . There Scotia's sons in odious light appear ... o'er , Till Delia's presence grac'd our northern shore ! CORYDON . Though Delia greet my love , I sigh in vain ; Such joy ...
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... o'er his banks with awful sway , Boro all my corns and all my flocks away . Of Jove's dread precepts did I e'er complain ? E'er curse the rapid flood , or dashing rain ? Even now I sigh not for my former store , But wish the gods had ...
... o'er his banks with awful sway , Boro all my corns and all my flocks away . Of Jove's dread precepts did I e'er complain ? E'er curse the rapid flood , or dashing rain ? Even now I sigh not for my former store , But wish the gods had ...
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... o'er all the gloomy maze ; Wide o'er the deep the fiery meteors blaze . FLORELLUS . The west , yet ting'd with Sol's effulgent ray , With feeble light illumes our homeward way ; The glowing stars with keener lustre burn , While round ...
... o'er all the gloomy maze ; Wide o'er the deep the fiery meteors blaze . FLORELLUS . The west , yet ting'd with Sol's effulgent ray , With feeble light illumes our homeward way ; The glowing stars with keener lustre burn , While round ...
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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.