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The poetical works of Robert Ferguson, with his life, Volume 1
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The Poetical Works of Robert Ferguson, with His Life
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Poetical Works of Robert Ferguson; With His Life. Engravings on ..., Volume 1
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Pagina 47 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pagina 29 - For nought can cheer the heart sae weel As can a canty Highland reel; It even vivifies the heel To skip and dance: Lifeless is he wha canna feel Its influence. Let mirth abound ; let social cheer Invest the dawning of the year; Let blithesome innocence appear To crown our joy; Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy.
Pagina 36 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
Pagina 72 - mang the sudden fa's O' winter's dreary dreepin' snaws. Now steekit frae the gowany field, Frae ilka fav'rite houff and bield, But mergh, alas ! to disengage Your bonny bouck frae fettering cage, Your free-born bosom beats in vain For darling liberty again. In window hung, how aft we see Thee keek around at warblers free. That carrol saft, and sweetly sing Wi
Pagina 90 - They ca' me MIRTH : — I ne'er was kend " To grumble or look sour ; " But blithe wad be a lift to lend, " Gif ye wad sey my power, And pith, this day.
Pagina 105 - O mock na this, my friends ! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear, Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear ; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.
Pagina 141 - I'd been there, How I wad trimm'd the bill o' fare ! For ne'er sic surly wight as he Had met wi' sic respect frae me. Mind ye what Sam,' the lying loun ! Has in his Dictionar laid down ? That aits in England are a feast To cow an' horse, an' sican beast, While in Scots ground this growth was common To gust the gab o
Pagina 46 - Gies mony a doctor his degrees For little skaith : In short, you may be what you please Wi