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... Tell me the cause o ' thy ill - season'd pain . Roger . I'm born , O Patie , to a thrawart fate ! I'm born to strive wi ' hardships sad and great . Tempests may cease to jaw the rowan flood , Corbies an ' tods to grien for lambkin's ...
... Tell me the cause o ' thy ill - season'd pain . Roger . I'm born , O Patie , to a thrawart fate ! I'm born to strive wi ' hardships sad and great . Tempests may cease to jaw the rowan flood , Corbies an ' tods to grien for lambkin's ...
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... tell , And safely think nane kens them but yoursel . Roger . Indeed , now , Patie , ye hae guess'd owre true , And there is naething I'll keep up frae you . Me dorty Jenny looks upon asquint , To speak but till her I daur hardly mint ...
... tell , And safely think nane kens them but yoursel . Roger . Indeed , now , Patie , ye hae guess'd owre true , And there is naething I'll keep up frae you . Me dorty Jenny looks upon asquint , To speak but till her I daur hardly mint ...
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... tell what tune I play'd , and sneer'd . Flocks , wander where ye like , I dinna care , I'll break my reed , and never whistle mair . Patie . E'en do sae , Roger , wha can help misluck , Saebeins she be sic a thrawn - gabbit chuck ...
... tell what tune I play'd , and sneer'd . Flocks , wander where ye like , I dinna care , I'll break my reed , and never whistle mair . Patie . E'en do sae , Roger , wha can help misluck , Saebeins she be sic a thrawn - gabbit chuck ...
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... tell : Ah ! I can die , but never sunder . Ye meadows where we aften strayed , Ye banks where we were wont to wander , Sweet - scented rucks round which we play'd , You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder . Again , ah ! shall I never ...
... tell : Ah ! I can die , but never sunder . Ye meadows where we aften strayed , Ye banks where we were wont to wander , Sweet - scented rucks round which we play'd , You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder . Again , ah ! shall I never ...
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... tell in homely phrase who lie below . Sudden he starts , and hears , or thinks he hears , The sound of something purring at his heels ; Full fast he flies , and dares not look behind him , Till , out of breath , he overtakes his fellows ...
... tell in homely phrase who lie below . Sudden he starts , and hears , or thinks he hears , The sound of something purring at his heels ; Full fast he flies , and dares not look behind him , Till , out of breath , he overtakes his fellows ...
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Page 140 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 145 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme : How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He who bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How his first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "...
Page 205 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 262 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 200 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Page 250 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 151 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Page 452 - Aid the dawning tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it type, — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Page 67 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.