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Side vii
... sing in a Morning Walk • Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel , Esq . , of Glenriddel Impromptu on Mrs. Riddel's Birthday , November 4 , 1793 203 On Glenriddel's Fox Breaking his Chain Verses intended to be Written below a 232 204 Noble ...
... sing in a Morning Walk • Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel , Esq . , of Glenriddel Impromptu on Mrs. Riddel's Birthday , November 4 , 1793 203 On Glenriddel's Fox Breaking his Chain Verses intended to be Written below a 232 204 Noble ...
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... sings when he touches it ; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes . " During his stay ... singing robe . They gave him , in the midst of all his carking cares , delicious foretastes of immortality . But the ...
... sings when he touches it ; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes . " During his stay ... singing robe . They gave him , in the midst of all his carking cares , delicious foretastes of immortality . But the ...
Side 45
... sing , Though the tear were in her eye . Then let us toast John Barleycorn , Each man a glass in hand ; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Thy creature here before Thee stands , All wretched and distrest ; Yet sure ...
... sing , Though the tear were in her eye . Then let us toast John Barleycorn , Each man a glass in hand ; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland ! Thy creature here before Thee stands , All wretched and distrest ; Yet sure ...
Side 48
... sing ' t when we ha'e done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in making muckle mair : It's no in books ; it's no in lear , To make us truly blest : If happiness ha ...
... sing ' t when we ha'e done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in making muckle mair : It's no in books ; it's no in lear , To make us truly blest : If happiness ha ...
Side 52
... sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cower thy chittering wing , An ' close thy e'e ? Ev'n you on murdering errands toiled , Lone from your savage homes exiled , The blood - stained roost , and sheep - cote spoiled , My heart ...
... sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cower thy chittering wing , An ' close thy e'e ? Ev'n you on murdering errands toiled , Lone from your savage homes exiled , The blood - stained roost , and sheep - cote spoiled , My heart ...
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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?