Miscellaneous poems, songs, &c. partly in the Scottish dialect, with a glossary1813 |
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... thought o't whan yeʼre auld ! Ilk hour ye spend tak care to see " Twill bear your retrospective e'e ; Keep frae dishonesty an ' strife , An ' close , like Tam , a blameless life . OTAHEITEAN SENSIBILITY . FOUNDED ON FACT . ' Tis now 8.
... thought o't whan yeʼre auld ! Ilk hour ye spend tak care to see " Twill bear your retrospective e'e ; Keep frae dishonesty an ' strife , An ' close , like Tam , a blameless life . OTAHEITEAN SENSIBILITY . FOUNDED ON FACT . ' Tis now 8.
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... in pride , Has to my pray'r deny'd . " Plunging amid the shade , He seeks the kindly shelter of the glade ; Nor for that kindly shelter given , Allow'd one grateful thought to rise to heaven . 66 But , scarce his foot the forest made , 23.
... in pride , Has to my pray'r deny'd . " Plunging amid the shade , He seeks the kindly shelter of the glade ; Nor for that kindly shelter given , Allow'd one grateful thought to rise to heaven . 66 But , scarce his foot the forest made , 23.
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... thought on his Anna , And ne'er was the man who would flinch from his gun . How no danger he fear'd , while the foe was assailing , Nor minded the storm , or the loud cannon's roar ; In hopes , soon at home , to be moor'd with his Anna ...
... thought on his Anna , And ne'er was the man who would flinch from his gun . How no danger he fear'd , while the foe was assailing , Nor minded the storm , or the loud cannon's roar ; In hopes , soon at home , to be moor'd with his Anna ...
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... thought I incessantly pine , I hae forfeit the blessin ' o ' ca'in ' her mine . CHORUS . O what had my youth with Ambition to do ? Why left I Aminta ? why broke I my vow ? O ! gie me my sheep , an ' my sheep - hook restore , - An ' I'll ...
... thought I incessantly pine , I hae forfeit the blessin ' o ' ca'in ' her mine . CHORUS . O what had my youth with Ambition to do ? Why left I Aminta ? why broke I my vow ? O ! gie me my sheep , an ' my sheep - hook restore , - An ' I'll ...
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... thought no sin To make a stand , and peep within . Observing how the rustic bevy Hew'd down the slice , and sopp'd the gravy ; Bless me ! said Reynard , what a fuss you'd made , Had you but caught poor me at such a trade ! So the ill ...
... thought no sin To make a stand , and peep within . Observing how the rustic bevy Hew'd down the slice , and sopp'd the gravy ; Bless me ! said Reynard , what a fuss you'd made , Had you but caught poor me at such a trade ! So the ill ...
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Страница 75 - An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o' life, ah ! it soon flits awa', An' the bloom on your cheek will soon dow in the snaw ; Oh ! think, ere you treat a fond youth wi' disdain, That, in age, the sweet flower never blossoms again.
Страница 74 - Frae his lips flow'd the strains o' persuasion and truth; His suit I rejected wi' pride an' disdain, But, O! wad he offer to woo me again! He aft wad hae tauld me his love was sincere; And e'en wad ha'e ventured to ca' me his dear, My heart to his tale was as hard as a stane; But, O!
Страница 75 - I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again. Ye bonnie young lasses, be warn'd by my fate, Despise not the heart you may value too late ; Improve the sweet sunshine that now gilds the plain; With you it may never be sunshine again. The simmer o...
Страница 43 - Hell, Thou beats the Righteous down pell mell, Sae frank an forthy. That o' a seat where Devils dwell, There's nane mair worthy.
Страница 39 - I said, would soon cure me of love. O, what had my youth with ambition to do? Why left I Amynta? why broke I my vow? O, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.
Страница 75 - Repulsed, he forsook me, an' left me to grieve, An mourn the sad hour that my swain took his leave ; Now, since I despised, an' was deaf to his mane, I fear he'll ne'er offer to woo me again t Oh ! wad he but now to his Jean be inclined, My heart in a moment wad yield to his mind; But I fear wi' some ither my laddie is taen, An' sae he'll ne'er offer to woo me again.
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