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... Poor Mailic , the Author's only Pet Yowe . Extract from An Epistle to John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To a Mouse , on turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Address to the Deil The Cotter's Saturday Night Extract from The Holy ...
... Poor Mailic , the Author's only Pet Yowe . Extract from An Epistle to John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To a Mouse , on turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Address to the Deil The Cotter's Saturday Night Extract from The Holy ...
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... Poor Damon , her lover , Resolves in despair No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish , But , mad with his love , To a precipice goes , Where a leap from above Would finish his woes . When in rage he came there , Beholding how ...
... Poor Damon , her lover , Resolves in despair No longer to languish , Nor bear so much anguish , But , mad with his love , To a precipice goes , Where a leap from above Would finish his woes . When in rage he came there , Beholding how ...
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... poor . We may add that our selections form part of the ' descriptions and episodes ' added by the author in the edition of 1703 . GEORGE SAINTSBURY . FROM THE DISPENSARY . ' [ Dr. Horoscope flies to SIR SAMUEL GARTH (1660-1718) Extracts ...
... poor . We may add that our selections form part of the ' descriptions and episodes ' added by the author in the edition of 1703 . GEORGE SAINTSBURY . FROM THE DISPENSARY . ' [ Dr. Horoscope flies to SIR SAMUEL GARTH (1660-1718) Extracts ...
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... smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the rich , and curses from the poor , Spadillio , that at table serv'd of late , Drinks SIR SAMUEL GARTH . 51 15.
... smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the rich , and curses from the poor , Spadillio , that at table serv'd of late , Drinks SIR SAMUEL GARTH . 51 15.
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... poor Solomon in rhyme Was much too grave to be sublime , ' exclaimed its disappointed author in his last - published piece of The Conversation . Another long poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid ...
... poor Solomon in rhyme Was much too grave to be sublime , ' exclaimed its disappointed author in his last - published piece of The Conversation . Another long poem , the frigid paraphrase of the fine old ballad of The Not - Browne Maid ...
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Side 567 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that, For a
Side 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 566 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 263 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.
Side 335 - The Epitaph. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own, Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Side 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Side 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Side 481 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Side 374 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 376 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly. For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state To spurn imploring famine from the gate; But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!