Annals of Peterhead, from its foundation

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1819 - Всего страниц: 80
 

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Стр. 73 - ... with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself. Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red ; Cold palsy shook her head ; her hands...
Стр. 75 - I had a dagger : what did I with that ? Killed an infant to have his fat. A piper it got at a church-ale. I bade him again blow wind i
Стр. 84 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Стр. 107 - Burns, in mony a ditty, Loudly sings in whisky's praise ; Sweet his sang! the mair's the pity E'er on it he war'd sic lays. " O
Стр. 120 - For delvers, ditchers, an' sic cattle; They gang as saucy by poor folk, As I wad by a stinkin' brock. I've notic'd, on our laird's court-day — An' mony a time my heart's been wae — Poor tenant bodies, scant o...
Стр. 83 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Стр. 82 - AH me! full sorely is my heart forlorn, To think how modest worth neglected lies, While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous...
Стр. 41 - The moonbeams crisp the curling surge, That streaks with foam the ocean green : While forward still the rowers urge Their course, a female form was seen. That Sea-maid's form, of pearly light, Was whiter than the downy spray, And round her bosom, heaving bright, Her glossy, yellow ringlets play.
Стр. 46 - Which, pois'd by magic, rests its central weight On yonder pointed rock : firm as it seems, Such is its strange, and virtuous property, It moves obsequious to the gentlest touch Of him whose heart is pure, but to a traitor, Tho' e'en a giant's prowess nerv'd his arm, It stands as fix'd as — Snowdon.
Стр. 42 - O promise me now, Clerk Colvill, Or it will cost ye muckle strife, Ride never by the wells of Slane, If ye wad live and brook your life.

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