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... breath'd the hapless tale ;. For many a heart which beat with heavenly thought , And many a hand , with energy ... breathing wafted pestilence ? What tho ' thy Genius soar'd aloft at times With flight angelic ? madness brought thee low ...
... breath'd the hapless tale ;. For many a heart which beat with heavenly thought , And many a hand , with energy ... breathing wafted pestilence ? What tho ' thy Genius soar'd aloft at times With flight angelic ? madness brought thee low ...
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... And victors are triumphant crown'd . Come then , bright Hope ! in smiles array'd , Revive us by thy quickening breath ; Then shall we never be afraid To walk thro ' danger and thro ' death . THE RIVERS OF SCOTLAND , AN ODE . Set to 79.
... And victors are triumphant crown'd . Come then , bright Hope ! in smiles array'd , Revive us by thy quickening breath ; Then shall we never be afraid To walk thro ' danger and thro ' death . THE RIVERS OF SCOTLAND , AN ODE . Set to 79.
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... breathing morn thy woodland verse I'll sing , And hollow dens shall with the numbers ring , ALEXIS . Apollo ! lend me thy celestial lyre , The woods in concert join at thy desire : At morn , at noon , at night , I'll tune the lay , And ...
... breathing morn thy woodland verse I'll sing , And hollow dens shall with the numbers ring , ALEXIS . Apollo ! lend me thy celestial lyre , The woods in concert join at thy desire : At morn , at noon , at night , I'll tune the lay , And ...
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... sky , And thro ' the void in settled orbits fly ? AMYNTAS . That righteous Power , before whose heavenly eye The stars are nothing , and the planets die ; t Whose breath divine supports our mortal frame ; Who made 106.
... sky , And thro ' the void in settled orbits fly ? AMYNTAS . That righteous Power , before whose heavenly eye The stars are nothing , and the planets die ; t Whose breath divine supports our mortal frame ; Who made 106.
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With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. Whose breath divine supports our mortal frame ; Who made the lion wild and lambkin tame . FLORELLUS . At His command the bounteous Spring re- turns ; Hot Summer , raging o'er th ...
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Robert Fergusson. Whose breath divine supports our mortal frame ; Who made the lion wild and lambkin tame . FLORELLUS . At His command the bounteous Spring re- turns ; Hot Summer , raging o'er th ...
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aften amang AMYNTAS Auld Reikie baith bauld beauty blaw blithe bonny Braid Claith braw breeze browster canty cauld cauler cheer chiel CORYDON cou'd DAMON death dowie e'er Edina's Edinburgh fair Fancy fouk frae friends gales genius GEORDIE gloom glowr green groves gude hail hame hath heart ilka Invermay lads landlord loun lyre maun melody mind mirth mony morn mourn Muse nae mair Naiads ne'er never night numbers o'er OLIVER & CO owre plain poortith reign Robert Fergusson round scene Scotland shade shepherd shore shou'd sigh siller Simmer sing smiles song spring St Andrews strain streams swain sweet thee thou thro TIMANTHES tongue trow Twas unco virtue voice wame weel weet Whan Whare Whase wing wirrikow woes wonted youth
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Page 116 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 250 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 266 - For a' that life ahint can spare. The gowdspink, that sae lang has kend Thy happy sweets (his wonted friend), Her sad confinement ill can brook In some dark chamber's dowy nook ; Tho' Mary's hand his nebb supplies, Unkend to hunger's painfu...
Page 248 - He maunna care for being seen Before he sheath His body in a scabbard clean O' gude Braid Claith. For, gin he come wi...
Page 288 - And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's aye cradled when the grave is near. Yet thrift, industrious, bides her latest days, Tho' age her sair-dow'd front wi' runcles wave ; Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ; Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day the wee things, buskit braw, Shall heeze her heart up wi...
Page 247 - Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith.
Page 320 - On einings cauld wi' glee we'd trudge To heat our shins in Johnny's lodge; The de'il ane thought his bum to budge Wi' siller on us : To claw het pints we'd never grudge O
Page 243 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oysters...
Page 198 - When you censure the age, Be cautious and sage, Lest the courtiers offended, should be ; If you mention vice or bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries — That was levelld at me.
Page 313 - I'd been there, How I wad trimm'd the bill o' fare ! For ne'er sic surly wight as he Had met wi' sic respect frae me. Mind ye what Sam,' the lying loun ! Has in his Dictionar laid down ? That aits in England are a feast To cow an' horse, an' sican beast, While in Scots ground this growth was common To gust the gab o