Poems, chiefly in the Scottish dialect1824 |
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x. lappuse
... fair , candid , and impartial criticism , he shall stand convicted of dulness and nonsense , let him be done by as he would in that case by others -- let him be condemned , without mercy , to contempt and oblivion . do T This Preface to ...
... fair , candid , and impartial criticism , he shall stand convicted of dulness and nonsense , let him be done by as he would in that case by others -- let him be condemned , without mercy , to contempt and oblivion . do T This Preface to ...
xi. lappuse
... Fair Death Doctor Hornbook 33 The Brigs of Ayr The Ordination . The Calf . Address to the Deil . The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy . To James Smith , Merchant , Mauchline A Dream .. The Vision . Address to the ...
... Fair Death Doctor Hornbook 33 The Brigs of Ayr The Ordination . The Calf . Address to the Deil . The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy . To James Smith , Merchant , Mauchline A Dream .. The Vision . Address to the ...
8. lappuse
... fair and fatter , An ' clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of Carnival signoras . For Britain's guid ! for her destruction ! Wi ' dissipation , feud , an ' faction . LUATH . Hech , man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They ...
... fair and fatter , An ' clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of Carnival signoras . For Britain's guid ! for her destruction ! Wi ' dissipation , feud , an ' faction . LUATH . Hech , man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They ...
12. lappuse
... ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee inspir'd , When gaping they besiege the tents , Are doubly fir'd . That merry night we get the corn in , O 12 BURNS ' POEMS ,
... ' public haunts ; But thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee inspir'd , When gaping they besiege the tents , Are doubly fir'd . That merry night we get the corn in , O 12 BURNS ' POEMS ,
19. lappuse
... fair , An ' straik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to the muckle house repair Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your wit and lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler , Charlie Fox , May CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 19.
... fair , An ' straik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to the muckle house repair Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your wit and lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler , Charlie Fox , May CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 19.
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Populāri fragmenti
132. lappuse - 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 the ev'ning gale.
134. lappuse - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
133. lappuse - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
135. lappuse - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
108. lappuse - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin' ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
131. lappuse - 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
147. lappuse - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, By human pride or cunning driven To misery's brink.
209. lappuse - Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious : The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a...
166. lappuse - I am nae poet, in a sense, But just a rhymer like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your...
130. lappuse - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree : Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin', stacher thro' To meet their dad, wi' flichterin' noise an