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... give way to such rapturous expressions as those which Scott gives to Fitz - Eustace : - " Fitz - Eustace ' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent The spur he to his charger lent , And raised his bridle - hand ; And ...
... give way to such rapturous expressions as those which Scott gives to Fitz - Eustace : - " Fitz - Eustace ' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent The spur he to his charger lent , And raised his bridle - hand ; And ...
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... give , alone excels . " Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er ...
... give , alone excels . " Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er ...
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... give that heart relief . Dread Omnipotence , alone , Can heal the wound he gave ; Can point the brimful grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering blast ; There Isabella's ...
... give that heart relief . Dread Omnipotence , alone , Can heal the wound he gave ; Can point the brimful grief - worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave . Virtue's blossoms there shall blow , And fear no withering blast ; There Isabella's ...
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... give a specimen , such as will induce the reader to desire more . " Your last verses , " says Burns , " have so ... gives me pain , For love has been my foe ; He bound me with an iron chain , And plung'd me deep in woe . But friendship's ...
... give a specimen , such as will induce the reader to desire more . " Your last verses , " says Burns , " have so ... gives me pain , For love has been my foe ; He bound me with an iron chain , And plung'd me deep in woe . But friendship's ...
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... give breakfasts to his authors : these meetings were called Creech's levees . He not only encouraged authors , but he wrote prose himself ; he published a volume of trifles under the name of " Edinburgh Fugitive Pieces , " which was re ...
... give breakfasts to his authors : these meetings were called Creech's levees . He not only encouraged authors , but he wrote prose himself ; he published a volume of trifles under the name of " Edinburgh Fugitive Pieces , " which was re ...
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Page 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Page 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Page 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Page 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Page 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Page 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Page 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Page 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.