A Scots WanderjahreFrederick W. Wilson, 1900 - 216 strani |
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Stran 103 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone, And showed my youth How Verse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Stran 14 - Is this Improvement ? — where the human breed Degenerates as they swarm and overflow, Till Toil grows cheaper than the trodden weed, And man competes with man, like foe w:ith foe, Till Death, that thins them, scarce seems public woe?
Stran 172 - Drops down, an' thinks nae shame To woo his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. See yonder pawkie shepherd, That lingers on the hill, His ewes are in the fauld, An' his lambs are lying still; Yet he downa gang to bed.
Stran 113 - Maxwelton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gi'ed me her promise true...
Stran 55 - Attach thee firmly to the virtuous deeds And offices of life; to life itself, With all its vain and transient joys, sit loose.
Stran 13 - OH ! scenes of my childhood, and dear to my heart, Ye green waving woods on the margin of Cart, How blest in the morning of life I have...
Stran 114 - He was tall and gaunt, with a cliff-like brow, self-possessed and holding his extraordinary powers of conversation in easy command; clinging to his northern accent with evident relish; full of lively anecdote, and with a streaming humor, which floated everything he looked upon.
Stran 115 - Christ died on the tree : that built Dunscore kirk yonder: that brought you and me together. Time has only a relative existence.
Stran 96 - Wi' my dear lad, on Logan braes. But wae's my heart ! thae days are gane And fu' o' grief I herd alane, While my dear lad maun face his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. Nae mair, at Logan Kirk, will he, Atween the preachings, meet wi' me — Meet wi' me, or when it's mirk, Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk.
Stran 164 - I leave to my friend, Mr. John Home, of Kilduff, ten dozen of my old claret, at his choice ; and one single bottle of that other liquor called port. I also leave to him six dozen of port, provided that he attests under his hand, signed John Htinie, that he has himself alone finished that bottle at two sittings.