Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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Página 63
... round - Jeanie is sleeping sound- Kiss her frae lug to lug , no ane can see ! Sweet , sweet's her hinny mou ' ! " - " Will , I'm no sleepin ' now ; I was asleep , but ye've wakened me . " 2 Laughing till like to drap , swith to my Jean ...
... round - Jeanie is sleeping sound- Kiss her frae lug to lug , no ane can see ! Sweet , sweet's her hinny mou ' ! " - " Will , I'm no sleepin ' now ; I was asleep , but ye've wakened me . " 2 Laughing till like to drap , swith to my Jean ...
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... round , and fraught with woe And wintry years to me . O could I fly , I'd fly with thee : We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING . ' Tis past the iron ODE TO ...
... round , and fraught with woe And wintry years to me . O could I fly , I'd fly with thee : We'd make , with social wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING . ' Tis past the iron ODE TO ...
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... round of cheese . 4 cannot . LASS , GIN YE LO'E ME . I HA'E laid a herring in saut , Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ! I ha'e brewed a forpit o ' maut1 , And I canna come ilka day to woo . I ha'e a calf will soon be a cow ; Lass ...
... round of cheese . 4 cannot . LASS , GIN YE LO'E ME . I HA'E laid a herring in saut , Lass , gin ye lo'e me , tell me now ! I ha'e brewed a forpit o ' maut1 , And I canna come ilka day to woo . I ha'e a calf will soon be a cow ; Lass ...
Página 99
... round my ain heart- some ingle Wi ' the friends o ' my youth I cordially mingle ; Nae forms to compel me to seem wae or glad , I may laugh when I'm merry , and sigh when I'm sad ; Nae falsehood to dread , and nae malice to fear ...
... round my ain heart- some ingle Wi ' the friends o ' my youth I cordially mingle ; Nae forms to compel me to seem wae or glad , I may laugh when I'm merry , and sigh when I'm sad ; Nae falsehood to dread , and nae malice to fear ...
Página 110
... round a ring . Wightly can he wield a rung ; In a brawl he's aye the bangster2 ; A ' his praise can ne'er be sung By the langest - winded sangster . Sangs that sing o ' Sandy Come short , though they were e'er sae lang . " ROBERT ...
... round a ring . Wightly can he wield a rung ; In a brawl he's aye the bangster2 ; A ' his praise can ne'er be sung By the langest - winded sangster . Sangs that sing o ' Sandy Come short , though they were e'er sae lang . " ROBERT ...
Términos y frases comunes
Aberdeen ain fireside Allan Ramsay amang auld bairns baith ballad baloo blaw blithe blooming boatie rows bonnie braes braw Burns Carolina Oliphant cauld cheerful Cockpen Cuckoo dance dear doun e'en e'er Edinburgh fair Fergusson flowers frae gang gi'e green gude ha'e Hallowe'en hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John kail brose Kinnesswood laddie Lady Lady Anne Lindsay laird langsyne lass lassie lo'e Logan Lord maun meikle Michael Bruce mony morn nae mair naething ne'er never night o'er ower owre plaid poems poet Pretty Robert Fergusson Roslin Castle sang Scotland Scottish Paraphrases Scottish Poetry siller simmer sing snaw song SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet Syne tell thee There's thou unco verse volume wee thing weel Whan Whare wife Yarrow youth
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Página 231 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a" that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
Página 173 - Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 230 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Página 3 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Página 185 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Página 185 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Página 216 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Página 224 - There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Página 231 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! 44S For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Página 179 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!