Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, 2. köideAdam Neill and Company, 1800 |
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... fair - won penny fee , To help her Parents dear , if they in hardship be . V. Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and fifters meet , An ' each for other's weelfare kindly fpeirs : The The focial hours , swift - wing'd unnotic'd fleet ; (4) ...
... fair - won penny fee , To help her Parents dear , if they in hardship be . V. Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and fifters meet , An ' each for other's weelfare kindly fpeirs : The The focial hours , swift - wing'd unnotic'd fleet ; (4) ...
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... dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eter- nal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men difplay to congregations wide , Devotion's ev'ry grace , except the ...
... dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eter- nal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men difplay to congregations wide , Devotion's ev'ry grace , except the ...
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... dear , my native foil ! For whom my warmeft wish to Heav'n is fent ! Long may thy hardy fons of ruftic toil , Be bleft with health , and peace , and sweet content ! And , O may Heav'n , their fimple lives pre- vent From Luxury's ...
... dear , my native foil ! For whom my warmeft wish to Heav'n is fent ! Long may thy hardy fons of ruftic toil , Be bleft with health , and peace , and sweet content ! And , O may Heav'n , their fimple lives pre- vent From Luxury's ...
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... boasts In Edwin's fimple tale . Our fex with guile and faithless love Is charg'd , perhaps too true ; But may , dear Maid , each Lover prove An Edwin ftill to you . VOL . II . EPISTLE EPISTLE ΤΟ Α YOUNG FRIEND . May 1786 . I. ( 49 )
... boasts In Edwin's fimple tale . Our fex with guile and faithless love Is charg'd , perhaps too true ; But may , dear Maid , each Lover prove An Edwin ftill to you . VOL . II . EPISTLE EPISTLE ΤΟ Α YOUNG FRIEND . May 1786 . I. ( 49 )
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... dear , believe me , Ye'll find mankind an unco fquad , And muckle they may grieve ye : For care and trouble fet your thought , Ev'n when your end's attained ; And a ' your views may come to nought , Where ev'ry nerve is strained . III ...
... dear , believe me , Ye'll find mankind an unco fquad , And muckle they may grieve ye : For care and trouble fet your thought , Ev'n when your end's attained ; And a ' your views may come to nought , Where ev'ry nerve is strained . III ...
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Page 51 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Page 22 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 10 - 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 !
Page 15 - 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.
Page 9 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er wi...
Page 16 - 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 refin'd!
Page 199 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 13 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Page 87 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools; If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars? Ye'd better ta'en up spades and shools, Or knappin'-hammers. A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An...
Page 179 - I'm the sov'reign of Scotland, And mony a traitor there, Yet here I lie in foreign bands, And never-ending care. But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That...