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Side v
... Willie's Prayer • 59 A Dream . • Epitaph on Holy Willie 61 • The Holy Fair . 61 Epistle to John Lapraik 65 The Farewell Verses left in the Room where the Poet Slept one Night at a Reverend Friend's Second Epistle to John Lapraik 67 ...
... Willie's Prayer • 59 A Dream . • Epitaph on Holy Willie 61 • The Holy Fair . 61 Epistle to John Lapraik 65 The Farewell Verses left in the Room where the Poet Slept one Night at a Reverend Friend's Second Epistle to John Lapraik 67 ...
Side vi
... Willie Chalmers . To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems , as a New - Year's Gift , January 1 , 1787 The American War , a Fragment The Dean of Faculty , a New Ballad Lines under the Portrait of Fergusson Sketch of a Character To Mrs ...
... Willie Chalmers . To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems , as a New - Year's Gift , January 1 , 1787 The American War , a Fragment The Dean of Faculty , a New Ballad Lines under the Portrait of Fergusson Sketch of a Character To Mrs ...
Side viii
... Willie How Lang and Dreary is the Night Musing on the Roaring Ocean Blithe was she . The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may Blaw . A Rosebud by my Early Walk Braving Angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar . Bonnie Castle - Gordon My Love she's ...
... Willie How Lang and Dreary is the Night Musing on the Roaring Ocean Blithe was she . The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may Blaw . A Rosebud by my Early Walk Braving Angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar . Bonnie Castle - Gordon My Love she's ...
Side ix
... Willie • • 339 314 Open the Door to Me , O • 339 314 Young Jessie • • 340 314 The Poor and Honest Sodger . 340 • 315 There's Naething like the Honest Nappy 341 · 315 Let Me In , this ae Night • 342 · 315 Her Answer · 342 316 Forlorn ...
... Willie • • 339 314 Open the Door to Me , O • 339 314 Young Jessie • • 340 314 The Poor and Honest Sodger . 340 • 315 There's Naething like the Honest Nappy 341 · 315 Let Me In , this ae Night • 342 · 315 Her Answer · 342 316 Forlorn ...
Side x
... Willie Gray 382 368 Wantonness for Ever Mair On Captain Francis Grose 383 • 368 Her Daddy Forbade Charlie is my Darling Women's Minds To a Blackbird Talk not of Love , it gives me Pain . I love my Love in Secret Carl , an the King come ...
... Willie Gray 382 368 Wantonness for Ever Mair On Captain Francis Grose 383 • 368 Her Daddy Forbade Charlie is my Darling Women's Minds To a Blackbird Talk not of Love , it gives me Pain . I love my Love in Secret Carl , an the King come ...
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amang arms auld banks beauty blithe bonnie breast Burns called charms comes dance dear dearie death e'er Edinburgh epigram eyes face fair fear flowers frae gang gi'e give grace green guid ha'e hame hand happy head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honour hope I'll Jean John Johnnie kind king laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er passed pleasure Poet Poet's poor rest Robert round sang sing smile song soul stanzas sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought true tune turn verses weary weel wife Willie wind wish written young
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Side 92 - 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. Perhaps...
Side 106 - 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.
Side 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Side 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Side 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Side 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Side 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though 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 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?