Works: With a Sketch of the Author's Life1807 - 364 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 39
Page 228
... ' claver wat wi ' pearls o ' dew ; Cauld Winter's bleakest blasts we'll eithly cour , Our elden's driven , and our har'st is owre ; Our rucks , fu ' thick , are stackit i 228 AN Eclogue 222 An Eclogue to the Memory of Dr WILKIE.
... ' claver wat wi ' pearls o ' dew ; Cauld Winter's bleakest blasts we'll eithly cour , Our elden's driven , and our har'st is owre ; Our rucks , fu ' thick , are stackit i 228 AN Eclogue 222 An Eclogue to the Memory of Dr WILKIE.
Page 229
... owre my rigs wi ' pith had blawn ; To this I could hae said , " I carena by , " Nor fund occasion now my cheeks to dry . Crosses like thae , or lack o ' warld's gear , Are naething , when we tyne a friend that's dear . Ah ! waes me for ...
... owre my rigs wi ' pith had blawn ; To this I could hae said , " I carena by , " Nor fund occasion now my cheeks to dry . Crosses like thae , or lack o ' warld's gear , Are naething , when we tyne a friend that's dear . Ah ! waes me for ...
Page 233
... owre surd roots , but cracks or flaws ; But now he's dead . Weel vers'd was he in architecture , And kent the nature o ' the sector : Upo ' baith globes he weel could lecture , And gar's tak heed : O ' geometry he was the Hector ; But ...
... owre surd roots , but cracks or flaws ; But now he's dead . Weel vers'd was he in architecture , And kent the nature o ' the sector : Upo ' baith globes he weel could lecture , And gar's tak heed : O ' geometry he was the Hector ; But ...
Page 234
... owre the rigs wi ' sour grimace , While , thro ' his minimum o ' space The bleer - e'ed sun , Wi ' blinkin light and stealin ' pace , His race doth run . Frae naked groves nae birdie sings ; To shepherd's pipe 234 The Daft Days.
... owre the rigs wi ' sour grimace , While , thro ' his minimum o ' space The bleer - e'ed sun , Wi ' blinkin light and stealin ' pace , His race doth run . Frae naked groves nae birdie sings ; To shepherd's pipe 234 The Daft Days.
Page 235
... owre a ' his bleak domain , And guides the weir . Auld Reikie ! thou'rt the canty hole ; A bield for mony a cauldrife soul , Wha snugly at thine ingle loll , Baith warm and couth ; While round they gar the bicker roll , To weet their ...
... owre a ' his bleak domain , And guides the weir . Auld Reikie ! thou'rt the canty hole ; A bield for mony a cauldrife soul , Wha snugly at thine ingle loll , Baith warm and couth ; While round they gar the bicker roll , To weet their ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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