Poems, Том 2trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... ne'er sae sweet " Song 61. " Owat ye wha's in yon town " Song 62. " O my luve's like the red red rose " POEMS , not Published in the LIVERPOOL Edition . The Jolly Beggars . A Cantata • Holy Willie's Prayer · · 169 190 · 195 197 202 207 ...
... ne'er sae sweet " Song 61. " Owat ye wha's in yon town " Song 62. " O my luve's like the red red rose " POEMS , not Published in the LIVERPOOL Edition . The Jolly Beggars . A Cantata • Holy Willie's Prayer · · 169 190 · 195 197 202 207 ...
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... ne'er a town surpasses , For honest men and bonny lasses . ) O Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise , As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou wast a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken blellum ; That frae ...
... ne'er a town surpasses , For honest men and bonny lasses . ) O Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise , As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou wast a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken blellum ; That frae ...
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... ne'er poor sinner was abroad in . The wind blew as ' twad blawn its last ; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd : That night , a child might ...
... ne'er poor sinner was abroad in . The wind blew as ' twad blawn its last ; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud , deep , and lang , the thunder bellow'd : That night , a child might ...
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... ne'er assails in vain ; Embolden'd thus , I beg you'll hear Your humble slave complain , * Bruar Falls , in Athole , are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful ; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs . How ...
... ne'er assails in vain ; Embolden'd thus , I beg you'll hear Your humble slave complain , * Bruar Falls , in Athole , are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful ; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs . How ...
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Robert Burns. " This whistle's your challenge , to Scotland get 66 o'er , " And drink them to hell , Sir ! or ne'er see me << more ! " Old poets have sung , and old chronicles tell , What champions ventur'd , what champions fell ; The ...
Robert Burns. " This whistle's your challenge , to Scotland get 66 o'er , " And drink them to hell , Sir ! or ne'er see me << more ! " Old poets have sung , and old chronicles tell , What champions ventur'd , what champions fell ; The ...
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Стр. 4 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Стр. 116 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Стр. 105 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Стр. 6 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Стр. 5 - 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, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Стр. 11 - Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Стр. 159 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Стр. 10 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Стр. 13 - The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...
Стр. 12 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...