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... Fair The ordination The Calf . 73 meeting with Miss L B , and enclos- ing a song on her ib . To J. S **** 133. 1o Mr Cunningham , 10th Sept. Wild Apos- trophe to a Spirit ! A Dream 74 The Vision 134. 1 o Mrs Dunlop , 24th September ...
... Fair The ordination The Calf . 73 meeting with Miss L B , and enclos- ing a song on her ib . To J. S **** 133. 1o Mr Cunningham , 10th Sept. Wild Apos- trophe to a Spirit ! A Dream 74 The Vision 134. 1 o Mrs Dunlop , 24th September ...
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... Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face . 128 Farewell thou stream that winding flows My curse upon your venom'd stang My Chloris , mark how green the groves . 200 Farewell thou fair day , ye green earth , and ye skies 71 My heart is a ...
... Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face . 128 Farewell thou stream that winding flows My curse upon your venom'd stang My Chloris , mark how green the groves . 200 Farewell thou fair day , ye green earth , and ye skies 71 My heart is a ...
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... fair friend to Crochallan came . . 141 145 . 236 . 177 xlviii 89 . 181 O were I on Parnassus ' hil True hearted was he the sad swain o ' the Yarrow . 196 165 O were my love yon lilach fair Turn again , thou fair Eliza O whistle and I'll ...
... fair friend to Crochallan came . . 141 145 . 236 . 177 xlviii 89 . 181 O were I on Parnassus ' hil True hearted was he the sad swain o ' the Yarrow . 196 165 O were my love yon lilach fair Turn again , thou fair Eliza O whistle and I'll ...
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... Fair Jenny ' 46. Mr B. to Mr T. With ' Deluded swain , the pleasure - Remarks 47. Mr B. to Mr T. With Thine am I , my faith- ful fair ' O condescend , dear charming maid''The Nightingale ' - ' Laura ' - ( the three last by G. Turnbull ) ...
... Fair Jenny ' 46. Mr B. to Mr T. With ' Deluded swain , the pleasure - Remarks 47. Mr B. to Mr T. With Thine am I , my faith- ful fair ' O condescend , dear charming maid''The Nightingale ' - ' Laura ' - ( the three last by G. Turnbull ) ...
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... Fair . I had a notion myself , that the piece had some merit ; but to prevent the worst , I gave a copy of it to a friend who was very fond of such things , and told him that I could not guess who was the author of it , but that I ...
... Fair . I had a notion myself , that the piece had some merit ; but to prevent the worst , I gave a copy of it to a friend who was very fond of such things , and told him that I could not guess who was the author of it , but that I ...
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Стр. 137 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Стр. 139 - 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!
Стр. 97 - Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi...
Стр. 123 - I aft hae kissed sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ; And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Стр. 122 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
Стр. 80 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...
Стр. 97 - 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. 70 - 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.
Стр. xxxi - Poesy was still a darling walk for my mind ; but it was only indulged in according to the humour of the hour. I had usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand ; I took up one or other, as it suited the momentary tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as it bordered on fatigue. My passions, when once lighted up, raged like so many devils, till they got vent in rhyme , and then the conning over my verses, like a spell, soothed all into quiet!
Стр. 21 - As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.