Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect, 2±ÇT. Cadell, London, and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1794 |
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... Storm no more I dread ; Tho ' thick'ning and black'ning , Round my devoted head II . And thou grim Pow'r , by Life abhorr'd , While Life a pleasure can afford , Oh hear a wretch's pray'r ! No more I fhrink appal'd , afraid ; I court , I ...
... Storm no more I dread ; Tho ' thick'ning and black'ning , Round my devoted head II . And thou grim Pow'r , by Life abhorr'd , While Life a pleasure can afford , Oh hear a wretch's pray'r ! No more I fhrink appal'd , afraid ; I court , I ...
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... storm , And turn'd him o'er and o'er . IX . They filled up a darkfome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him fink or swim . X. They laid him out upon the floor , To work him farther woe , And And ...
... storm , And turn'd him o'er and o'er . IX . They filled up a darkfome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him fink or swim . X. They laid him out upon the floor , To work him farther woe , And And ...
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... storm.- Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour , o ' night's black arch the key - ftane , That dreary hour he mounts his beaft in ; And fic a night he taks the road in , As ne'er poor finner was ...
... storm.- Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour , o ' night's black arch the key - ftane , That dreary hour he mounts his beaft in ; And fic a night he taks the road in , As ne'er poor finner was ...
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53 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 refined...
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet, Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a* your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?