Robert FergussonOliphant, Anderson & Ferrier, 1898 - 160 strani |
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Stran 13 - 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 140 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crown and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Stran 123 - Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent. If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee.
Stran 90 - Round her the feather' d choir would wing, Sae bonnily she wont to sing, And sleely wake the sleeping string, Their sang to lead, Sweet as the zephyrs o' the Spring; But now she's dead.
Stran 93 - Fame, Let merit nae pretension claim To laurell'd wreath, But hap ye weel, baith back and wame, In gude Braid Claith. He that some ells o...
Stran 140 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Stran 94 - While he draws breath, Till his four quarters are bedeckit Wi' gude Braid Claith. On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Whan he has done wi' scrapin wark, Wi' siller broachie in his sark, Gangs trigly, faith ! Or to the Meadow, or the Park, In gude Braid Claith. Weel might ye trow, to see them there, That they to shave your haffits bare, Or curl an' sleek a pickle hair, Wou'd be right laith, Whan pacing wi' a gawsy air In gude Braid Claith.
Stran 73 - A POOR Relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature — a piece of impertinent correspondency — an odious approximation — a haunting conscience — a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of our prosperity — an unwelcome remembrancer — a perpetually recurring mortification — a drain on your purse, a more intolerable dun upon your pride — a drawback upon success — a rebuke to your rising — a stain in your blood — a blot on your 'scutcheon...
Stran 73 - ... prosperity, an unwelcome remembrancer, a perpetually recurring mortification, a drain on your purse, a more intolerable dun upon your pride, a drawback upon success, a rebuke to your rising, a stain in your blood, a blot on your 'scutcheon, a rent in your garment, a death's head at your banquet, Agathocles...
Stran 95 - Peace to the husbandman and a' his tribe, Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year ! Lang may his sock and cou'ter turn the glybe, And bauks o