Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,George Eyre-Todd W. Hodge & Company, 1896 |
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... braw things ; And werena my heart licht I wad dee . He had a wee tittie that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonnie as she ; She raised sic a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That werena my heart licht I wad dee . The day it was ...
... braw things ; And werena my heart licht I wad dee . He had a wee tittie that lo'ed na me , Because I was twice as bonnie as she ; She raised sic a pother ' twixt him and his mother , That werena my heart licht I wad dee . The day it was ...
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... braw tippeny3 bid adieu , Which we wi ' greed Bended as fast as she could brew , But , ah ! she's dead . 1 Edinburgh . 2 abundance . 3 twopenny ale . 4 drank . 1 beat . 2 crowd . 3 shoemakers . 4 ALLAN RAMSAY . 41 Elegy on Maggie Johnston,
... braw tippeny3 bid adieu , Which we wi ' greed Bended as fast as she could brew , But , ah ! she's dead . 1 Edinburgh . 2 abundance . 3 twopenny ale . 4 drank . 1 beat . 2 crowd . 3 shoemakers . 4 ALLAN RAMSAY . 41 Elegy on Maggie Johnston,
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... braw , and sweet , my jo . " My dear , " quoth I , " thanks to the night That never wished a lover ill ; Since ye're out o ' your mither's sight , Let's tak ' a walk up to the hill . " O Katie , wiltu gang wi ' me , And leave the ...
... braw , and sweet , my jo . " My dear , " quoth I , " thanks to the night That never wished a lover ill ; Since ye're out o ' your mither's sight , Let's tak ' a walk up to the hill . " O Katie , wiltu gang wi ' me , And leave the ...
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... braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow , my laddie ! Wi ' courage attack her baith early and late ; To kiss her and clap her ye maunna be blate : I Speak weel , and do better : for that's the best gate11 way . To win a ...
... braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow , my laddie ! Wi ' courage attack her baith early and late ; To kiss her and clap her ye maunna be blate : I Speak weel , and do better : for that's the best gate11 way . To win a ...
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... braw , And sae I dread will be seen on her , When she's byhand and awa ' . I grass . 2 steading . 3 broils . 4 quarrels . He'll rooses her but sma ' that has married her , 5 rate , extol . Now when he's gotten her a ' , And wish , I ...
... braw , And sae I dread will be seen on her , When she's byhand and awa ' . I grass . 2 steading . 3 broils . 4 quarrels . He'll rooses her but sma ' that has married her , 5 rate , extol . Now when he's gotten her a ' , And wish , I ...
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121 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But hark! — the cock has warned me hence; A long and late adieu! Come, see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was: Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. "Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow: And weep around, in waeful wise, His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pale though thou art, yet best, yet best beloved ! Oh ! could my warmth to life restore thee, Ye'd lie all night between my breasts ! No youth lay ever there before thee. ' Pale, pale indeed ! O lovely, lovely youth ! Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter; And lie all night between my breasts ! No youth shall ever lie there after.' ' Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride ! Return, and dry thy useless sorrow ! Thy lover heeds nought of thy sighs — He lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe, To be content than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ! Daily to pine and waste with care, Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are...