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... night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by Simpson's * wheel'd the left about : ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To ...
... night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by Simpson's * wheel'd the left about : ( Whether impell'd by all - directing Fate , To ...
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... night to the mouth of the Ayr , where the stillness was interrupted only by the rushing sound of the influx of the tide . The dungeon clock had struck two ; the sound had been repeated by Wallace- tower ; the moon shone bright , and the ...
... night to the mouth of the Ayr , where the stillness was interrupted only by the rushing sound of the influx of the tide . The dungeon clock had struck two ; the sound had been repeated by Wallace- tower ; the moon shone bright , and the ...
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... night , at tea , began a plea , Within America , man : Then up they gat the maskin - pat , And in the sea did jaw , man ; An ' did nae less , in full Congress , Than quite refuse our law , man . II . Then thro ' the lakes Montgomery ...
... night , at tea , began a plea , Within America , man : Then up they gat the maskin - pat , And in the sea did jaw , man ; An ' did nae less , in full Congress , Than quite refuse our law , man . II . Then thro ' the lakes Montgomery ...
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... night Shall poor Sylvander hie ; Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy . We part - but , by these precious drops That fill thy lovely eyes ! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright beams arise . She ...
... night Shall poor Sylvander hie ; Depriv'd of thee , his life and light , The sun of all his joy . We part - but , by these precious drops That fill thy lovely eyes ! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright beams arise . She ...
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... night wi ' thee , An ' hear thy sangs an ' sonnets slee . O gif I kenned but where ye baide , I'd send to you a marled plaid ; ' Twad haud your shouthers warm an ' braw , An ' douce at kirk or market shaw ; Fra ' south as weel as north ...
... night wi ' thee , An ' hear thy sangs an ' sonnets slee . O gif I kenned but where ye baide , I'd send to you a marled plaid ; ' Twad haud your shouthers warm an ' braw , An ' douce at kirk or market shaw ; Fra ' south as weel as north ...
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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.