The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Syne ...... 171 Bannockburn . 172 For a ' that and a ' that 173 Dainty Davie ....... How cruel are the Parents To Mr. Cunningham Why , why tell thy Lover Clarinda ... 174 175 176 177 178 The gallant Weaver 178 ........... Caledonia 179 ...
... Syne ...... 171 Bannockburn . 172 For a ' that and a ' that 173 Dainty Davie ....... How cruel are the Parents To Mr. Cunningham Why , why tell thy Lover Clarinda ... 174 175 176 177 178 The gallant Weaver 178 ........... Caledonia 179 ...
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... Syne wha wad starve ? ) Dame Life , tho ' fiction out may trick her , And in paste gems and fripp'ry deck her ; Oh ! flick'ring , feeble , and unsicker I've found her still , Aye wav'ring like the willow wicker , " Tween good and ill ...
... Syne wha wad starve ? ) Dame Life , tho ' fiction out may trick her , And in paste gems and fripp'ry deck her ; Oh ! flick'ring , feeble , and unsicker I've found her still , Aye wav'ring like the willow wicker , " Tween good and ill ...
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... Syne weave , unseen , thy spider snare O ' hell's damn'd waft . Poor man , the flie , aft bizzies by , And aft as chance he comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks with joy , And hellish pleasure ; Already in thy fancy's eye , Thy ...
... Syne weave , unseen , thy spider snare O ' hell's damn'd waft . Poor man , the flie , aft bizzies by , And aft as chance he comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks with joy , And hellish pleasure ; Already in thy fancy's eye , Thy ...
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... poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses sic mischief , As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants , An ' yet he's rank'd amang the chief O'lang - syne saunts . ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE . And maybe , Tam 42.
... poetic brief , Wrought ' mang the lasses sic mischief , As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants , An ' yet he's rank'd amang the chief O'lang - syne saunts . ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE . And maybe , Tam 42.
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... syne Mess John , beyond expression , Fell foul o ' me . A fornicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me ; I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , But what the matter ? ' 6 Quo ' I , I fear unless ye geld me ...
... syne Mess John , beyond expression , Fell foul o ' me . A fornicator - loun he call'd me , An ' said my fau't frae bliss expell'd me ; I own'd the tale was true he tell'd me , But what the matter ? ' 6 Quo ' I , I fear unless ye geld me ...
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Página 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Página 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Página 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Página 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Página 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Página 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Página 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Página 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Página 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.