Poems Chiefly in the Scottish DialectH. Richardson, 1801 |
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Стр. 77
... , Will ye go back ! ' IT spak right howe , My name is Death , But be na ' fley'd .'- Quoth I , ' Guid faith , VOL . I. G * This recounter happened in seed - time , 1785 . Ye're Ye're maybe come to ftap my breath ; ' But ( 77 )
... , Will ye go back ! ' IT spak right howe , My name is Death , But be na ' fley'd .'- Quoth I , ' Guid faith , VOL . I. G * This recounter happened in seed - time , 1785 . Ye're Ye're maybe come to ftap my breath ; ' But ( 77 )
Стр. 79
... Death . ' SAX thoufand years are near hand fled ' Sin ' I was to the butching bred , An ' mony a scheme in vain's been laid , To ftap or fear me ; ' Till ane Hornbook's * ta'en up the trade , ' An ' faith , he'll waur me . G 2 YE * An ...
... Death . ' SAX thoufand years are near hand fled ' Sin ' I was to the butching bred , An ' mony a scheme in vain's been laid , To ftap or fear me ; ' Till ane Hornbook's * ta'en up the trade , ' An ' faith , he'll waur me . G 2 YE * An ...
Стр. 84
... death , ' By lofs o ' blood or want of breath , This night I'm free to tak my aith , That Hornbook's skill Has clad a score i ' their last claith , C By drap an ' pill . AN honeft Wabfter to his trade , Whafe wife's twa nieves were ...
... death , ' By lofs o ' blood or want of breath , This night I'm free to tak my aith , That Hornbook's skill Has clad a score i ' their last claith , C By drap an ' pill . AN honeft Wabfter to his trade , Whafe wife's twa nieves were ...
Стр. 86
... began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer ftrak the bell Some wee fhort hour ayont the twal , Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that pleas'd myfel , And fae did Death . THE THE BRIGS OF AYR , A POEM . INSCRIBED TO ( 86 )
... began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer ftrak the bell Some wee fhort hour ayont the twal , Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that pleas'd myfel , And fae did Death . THE THE BRIGS OF AYR , A POEM . INSCRIBED TO ( 86 )
Стр. 90
... death o ' devils fmoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The thundering guns are heard on ev'ry fide , The wounded coveys , reeling , fcatter wide ; The feather'd field - mates , bound by Nature's tie , Sires , mother's , children , in one ...
... death o ' devils fmoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The thundering guns are heard on ev'ry fide , The wounded coveys , reeling , fcatter wide ; The feather'd field - mates , bound by Nature's tie , Sires , mother's , children , in one ...
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