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... appears in the public character of an author , he does it with fear and trembling . So dear is fame to the rhyming tribe , that even he , an ob- scure , nameless Bard , shrinks aghast at the thought of being branded as an impertinent ...
... appears in the public character of an author , he does it with fear and trembling . So dear is fame to the rhyming tribe , that even he , an ob- scure , nameless Bard , shrinks aghast at the thought of being branded as an impertinent ...
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... thou , whose lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them to my master dear . A neibor herd - callan . " Tell him , if e'er again he keep As 9 THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE.
... thou , whose lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them to my master dear . A neibor herd - callan . " Tell him , if e'er again he keep As 9 THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE.
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... appear to have been frequently revised and corrected - and his alterations are all for the better . 66 The stanza , " says Gilbert , ' She was nae get o ' moorland tips , ' was , at first , as follows- She was nae get o ' runted rams ...
... appear to have been frequently revised and corrected - and his alterations are all for the better . 66 The stanza , " says Gilbert , ' She was nae get o ' moorland tips , ' was , at first , as follows- She was nae get o ' runted rams ...
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... appears not to have impeded the flow of his thoughts nor the gracefulness of his expression.— " It was , I think , ” says Gilbert , “ in summer 1784 , when , in the interval of harder labour , Robert and I were weeding in the garden ...
... appears not to have impeded the flow of his thoughts nor the gracefulness of his expression.— " It was , I think , ” says Gilbert , “ in summer 1784 , when , in the interval of harder labour , Robert and I were weeding in the garden ...
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... appear ! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun ; As something , loudly , in my breast , Remonstrates I have done ; Thou knows't that Thou hast formed me , With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their ...
... appear ! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun ; As something , loudly , in my breast , Remonstrates I have done ; Thou knows't that Thou hast formed me , With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their ...
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Page 278 - O, wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us an' foolish notion: what airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, and ev'n Devotion!
Page 257 - 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.
Page 255 - 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.
Page 146 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 267 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 228 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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.
Page 255 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 258 - And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Page 338 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear. He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Page 175 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o