The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... Unco Guid .. 91 Tam Samson's Elegy 94 Halloween 98 ......................... The Jolly Beggars . 109 The auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his auld Mare Maggie .. 122 To a Mouse , 126. - A Winter Night ...... Epistle to ...
... Unco Guid .. 91 Tam Samson's Elegy 94 Halloween 98 ......................... The Jolly Beggars . 109 The auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his auld Mare Maggie .. 122 To a Mouse , 126. - A Winter Night ...... Epistle to ...
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... unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit ; Whyles mice an ' moudieworts they howkit ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion , An ' worry'd ither in diversion ; Until wi ' daffin weary grown , Upon a ...
... unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit ; Whyles mice an ' moudieworts they howkit ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion , An ' worry'd ither in diversion ; Until wi ' daffin weary grown , Upon a ...
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... unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the Kirk and State affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon❜on ...
... unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the Kirk and State affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon❜on ...
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... unco weel : But Gentlemen , an ' Ladies warst , Wi ' ev'ndown want o ' wark are curst . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneasy : Their days insipid , dull , an ' tasteless : € 2 THE TWA DOGS . 21.
... unco weel : But Gentlemen , an ' Ladies warst , Wi ' ev'ndown want o ' wark are curst . They loiter , lounging , lank , an ' lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneasy : Their days insipid , dull , an ' tasteless : € 2 THE TWA DOGS . 21.
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... unco bang . New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat , That he , in Lon'on , frae ane Adams , got ; In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead , Wi ' virls and whirlygigums at the head . The Goth was stalking round wi ' anxious search ...
... unco bang . New Brig was buskit in a braw new coat , That he , in Lon'on , frae ane Adams , got ; In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead , Wi ' virls and whirlygigums at the head . The Goth was stalking round wi ' anxious search ...
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aith amang ance auld baith bard Beneath blast blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane Burns cauld charms chiel Cutty-sark dear deil e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs frae gien gies grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n himsel honest humble ither John Highlandman joys Kilmarnock labour lasses leuk life's Lord maist maun mind mony mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor needna never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert Burns round Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet ta'en tears tell thee thegither There's thou thro TUNE unco weary weel Whare Whistle whyles William Burns wretch Ye'll ye're
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Page 147 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Page 158 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 146 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 211 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Page 128 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Page 215 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a
Page 159 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawy bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 147 - The soupe their only Hawkie does afford, That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck fell — An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i
Page 216 - When plundering herds assail their byke ; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When, "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Page 145 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an