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Amang ance auld Bard Beneath beſt better bonie comes corn daur dead dear Death doubt draw Ev'n ev'ry face fair faith fate fear fire firſt frae gaed gang gies glorious grace guid hand head hear heart honeſt Honor hope hour humble juſt keep kind laſſes laſt leſs light live mair maun meet mind monie mourn muckle muſt ne'er never night o'er owre pain pleaſure pleugh Poet poor pow'r pride rhyme rigs round ſae ſaw ſay Scotch ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſtill ſure ſweet taen tear tell thee There's thou thought thro Till tune twas unco weary weel Whyles worth Ye'll young
第 135 頁 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
第 136 頁 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
第 136 頁 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
第 162 頁 - Mis-spending all thy precious hours Thy glorious, youthful prime! Alternate Follies take the sway; Licentious Passions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, That Man was made to mourn.
第 126 頁 - Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
第 127 頁 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
第 49 頁 - Now, butt an' ben, the Change-house fills, Wi' yill-caup Commentators : Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters ; While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, Wi' logic, an' wi' Scripture, They raise a din, that in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
第 179 頁 - The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip, To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border; Its slightest touches, instant pause — Debar a' side pretences; And resolutely keep its laws, Uncaring consequences.
第 130 頁 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, 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.