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Page 70
... kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak ; At length , says I , " Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? " It spak right howe , - " My name is Death , But be na ' fley'd . " - Quoth I , “ Guid faith , Ye're may be come to stap my breath ...
... kind o ' stan ' , But naething spak ; At length , says I , " Friend , whare ye gaun , Will ye go back ? " It spak right howe , - " My name is Death , But be na ' fley'd . " - Quoth I , “ Guid faith , Ye're may be come to stap my breath ...
Page 101
... kind of licence out I'm takin ' ; Thro ' dirt and dub for life I'll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I'll shank it , I've sturdy bearers , Gude be thankit . Sae dinna put me in your buke , Nor for my ten ...
... kind of licence out I'm takin ' ; Thro ' dirt and dub for life I'll paidle , Ere I sae dear pay for a saddle ; My travel a ' on foot I'll shank it , I've sturdy bearers , Gude be thankit . Sae dinna put me in your buke , Nor for my ten ...
Page 104
... kind that day . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak , An ' taks me by the hands , " Ye , for my ...
... kind that day . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak , An ' taks me by the hands , " Ye , for my ...
Page 121
... kind , As bless you wi ' a kirk , I doubt na , Sir , but then we'll find , Ye're still as great a Stirk . But , if the lover's raptur'd hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , ev'ry heavenly power , You e'er should be a Stot ! Tho ...
... kind , As bless you wi ' a kirk , I doubt na , Sir , but then we'll find , Ye're still as great a Stirk . But , if the lover's raptur'd hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , ev'ry heavenly power , You e'er should be a Stot ! Tho ...
Page 140
... kind , The rustic bard , the lab'ring hind , The artisan ; All choose , as various they're inclin'd The various man . " When yellow waves the heavy grain , The threat'ning storm some , strongly , rein ; Some teach to meliorate the plain ...
... kind , The rustic bard , the lab'ring hind , The artisan ; All choose , as various they're inclin'd The various man . " When yellow waves the heavy grain , The threat'ning storm some , strongly , rein ; Some teach to meliorate the plain ...
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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