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... Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie , To a Mouse , on turning her up in her nest with the Plough , November , 1785 . A Winter Night , Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , The Lament , occasioned by the ...
... Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie , To a Mouse , on turning her up in her nest with the Plough , November , 1785 . A Winter Night , Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , The Lament , occasioned by the ...
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... auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity , There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , There was a bonnie lass , and a bonnie , bonnie lass , There was a lad was born at Kyle , There was ...
... auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen , There's a youth in this city , it were a great pity , There's braw , braw lads on Yarrow braes , There was a bonnie lass , and a bonnie , bonnie lass , There was a lad was born at Kyle , There was ...
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... Auld King Coil , Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar , Was keepit for his Honour's pleasure ...
... Auld King Coil , Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar , Was keepit for his Honour's pleasure ...
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... auld folks crackin crouse , The young anes rantin thro ' the house , → My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . There's ...
... auld folks crackin crouse , The young anes rantin thro ' the house , → My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for joy hae barkit wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . There's ...
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... auld age wi ' gripes an ' granes : But human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges and schools , That when nae real ills perplex them , They make enow themselves to vex them ; An ' ay the less they hae to sturt them , In like ...
... auld age wi ' gripes an ' granes : But human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges and schools , That when nae real ills perplex them , They make enow themselves to vex them ; An ' ay the less they hae to sturt them , In like ...
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Page 143 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 96 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Page 102 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Page 87 - SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
Page 44 - 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 70 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Page 42 - 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...
Page 42 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare : — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents...
Page 30 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 47 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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.