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Pagina 26
... Poor Flora slipt away Sadd'ning to Mora * . Loose flowed her golden hair , Quick heaved her bosom bare , Loud howls the stormy west , Cold , cold is. As thus to the troubled air She vented her sorrow : * A retreat so named by the lovers ...
... Poor Flora slipt away Sadd'ning to Mora * . Loose flowed her golden hair , Quick heaved her bosom bare , Loud howls the stormy west , Cold , cold is. As thus to the troubled air She vented her sorrow : * A retreat so named by the lovers ...
Pagina 30
... , Then striking her bosom bare , Sighed out " poor Flora ! Ah Donald ! -ah well - a - day ! " Was all the fond heart could say . At length the sound died away Feebly on Mora . TO MRS PLEYDELL . WITH A POT OF HONEY , 30.
... , Then striking her bosom bare , Sighed out " poor Flora ! Ah Donald ! -ah well - a - day ! " Was all the fond heart could say . At length the sound died away Feebly on Mora . TO MRS PLEYDELL . WITH A POT OF HONEY , 30.
Pagina 36
... poor tormented devil ! Where'er I popt my list'ning head ; Whate'er I heard ; whate'er I read ; From morn to night , from day to day , The constant theme was - POPERY . ' Tis now , methinks , five weeks at least , Since first I sought ...
... poor tormented devil ! Where'er I popt my list'ning head ; Whate'er I heard ; whate'er I read ; From morn to night , from day to day , The constant theme was - POPERY . ' Tis now , methinks , five weeks at least , Since first I sought ...
Pagina 58
... his leg her talons sticks ; And tears the hose , and eke the skin , Till streams run down poor Strephon's shin : Stung with his smart , I do assure ye , He roared and capered like a fury ; And in his gambols ( dire mishap ! ) Dropt 58.
... his leg her talons sticks ; And tears the hose , and eke the skin , Till streams run down poor Strephon's shin : Stung with his smart , I do assure ye , He roared and capered like a fury ; And in his gambols ( dire mishap ! ) Dropt 58.
Pagina 75
... , - ' Eliza , poor thing's , far from strong , And yet she loves a canter ; Some fierce virago , high in blood , May lay her sprawling in the mud , Or in a hedge - row plant her ! ' What then remains the weak to shield ? Must 75.
... , - ' Eliza , poor thing's , far from strong , And yet she loves a canter ; Some fierce virago , high in blood , May lay her sprawling in the mud , Or in a hedge - row plant her ! ' What then remains the weak to shield ? Must 75.
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Pagina 91 - WHAR hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy ? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Meadow green and mountain grey, Courting o' this young thing, Just come frae her mammy.
Pagina 5 - Will could rin or wrastle, Throw the sledge or toss the bar ? Hap what would, he stood a castle, Or for safety or for war. Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Wi' the bauld he bauld wad be ; But to friends wha had their handfu', Purse and service aye were free.
Pagina 70 - It was then your Mary ; she's frae Castle-cary, It was then your true love I met by the tree ; Proud as her heart is and modest her nature, Sweet were the kisses that she gave to me.
Pagina 68 - Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, Saw ye my true love down on yon lea...
Pagina 126 - ... in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me, I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw: Oh, come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me! There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa." "Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa! I fearna the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw: Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie; I'll no sit beside ye, Ye may be my gutcher; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
Pagina 126 - His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw.' ' Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ; Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava; The hale o' his pack he has now on his back: He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa.
Pagina 69 - Where could my wee thing wander frae me ? I saw nae your wee thing, I saw nae your...
Pagina 126 - Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava ; — The hale o' his pack he has now on his back : He's thretty, and I am but threescore and twa. Be frank now and kindly: I'll busk...
Pagina 48 - Lang through county, burgh, and city, Crippling on a wooden leg, Gathering alms frae melting pity ; See ! poor GAIRLACE forced to beg ! Placed at length on Chelsea's bounty, Now to langer beg thinks shame, Dreams ance mair o' smiling plenty ; — Dreams o...