Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, 第 1 卷Adam Neill and Company, 1800 - 287 頁 |
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... ifle That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , Upon a bonie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs , that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . VOL . I. A The The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæfar ,
... ifle That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , Upon a bonie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs , that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . VOL . I. A The The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæfar ,
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... his kain , and a ' his ftents : He rifes when he likes himsel ; His flunkies answer at the bell ; He ca's his coach ; he ca's his horse ; He draws a bonie filken purse , I As As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the ( 4 )
... his kain , and a ' his ftents : He rifes when he likes himsel ; His flunkies answer at the bell ; He ca's his coach ; he ca's his horse ; He draws a bonie filken purse , I As As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the ( 4 )
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Robert Burns. As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roafting , frying , boiling ; An ' tho ' the gentry firft are ftechin , Yet e'en ...
Robert Burns. As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roafting , frying , boiling ; An ' tho ' the gentry firft are ftechin , Yet e'en ...
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Robert Burns. The cantie auld folks , crackin crouse ; The young anes rantin thro ' the house , My heart has been fae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae faid , Sic game is now owre ...
Robert Burns. The cantie auld folks , crackin crouse ; The young anes rantin thro ' the house , My heart has been fae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae faid , Sic game is now owre ...
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... Thro ' winter's cauld , or fimmer's heat ; They've nae fair wark to craze their banes , An ' fill auld age wi ' grips an ' granes : But human bodies are fic fools , For a ' their colleges and fchools , That when nae real ills perplex ...
... Thro ' winter's cauld , or fimmer's heat ; They've nae fair wark to craze their banes , An ' fill auld age wi ' grips an ' granes : But human bodies are fic fools , For a ' their colleges and fchools , That when nae real ills perplex ...
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第 217 頁 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
第 34 頁 - To stan" or rin, Till skelp — a shot — they're aff, a' throw'ther, To save their skin. But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow.
第 159 頁 - Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings must his veins convulse That still eternal gallop: Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail, Right on ye scud your sea-way; But in the teeth o' baith to sail, It maks an unco leeway.
第 191 頁 - Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, As thro' the glen it wimpl't; Whyles round a rocky scar it strays; Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays, Wi' bickerin, dancin dazzle ; Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel, Unseen that night.
第 161 頁 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
第 106 頁 - An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin, To your black pit ; But, faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin, An
第 100 頁 - To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, Ev'n to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An' hear us squeel! Great is thy pow'r, an' great thy fame; Far kend an' noted is thy name; An' tho' yon lowin heugh's thy hame, Thou travels far; An' faith! thou's neither lag nor lame, Nor blate nor scaur. Whyles, ranging like a roarin lion For prey, a...
第 231 頁 - Too justly I may fear! Still caring, despairing, Must be my bitter doom; My woes here shall close ne'er But with the closing tomb!
第 159 頁 - And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hidin'. Think, when your Castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop ! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop ! Wi