The Poetical Works of Hector Macneill, Esq

Benjamin Chapman, 1815 - 328 sivua

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Sivu 193 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep ; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Sivu 262 - Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door, While here in my arms I lock mine!" He ends wi' a kiss and a smile — Wae's me! can I tak' it amiss? My laddie's unpractised in guile, He's free aye to daut and to! Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment Your wooers wi...
Sivu 134 - It was then your Mary; she's frae CastleCary; It was then your true love I met by the tree : Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature, Sweet ware the kisses that she gae to me.
Sivu 211 - To her last gown, coat, and sark ! Robin Burns, in mony a ditty, Loudly sings in whisky's praise ; Sweet his sang !—the mair's the pity E'er on it he wared sic lays. O
Sivu 314 - The fig-tree ; not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between...
Sivu 283 - I'll creep in beside ye. I thocht ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him, aside the stane wa', Where Johnnie was list'ning, and heard her tell a' : The day was appointed ; his proud heart it dunted, And strack 'gainst his side as if bursting in twa.
Sivu 104 - Flora?', Parents upbraid my moan, Each heart is turn'd to stone; Ah, Flora! thou'rt now alone, Friendless in Mora ! "Come, then, 0 come away!
Sivu 72 - Some of the southern provinces of Scotland present a very different prospect. Smooth and lofty hills covered with verdure ; clear streams winding through long and beautiful valleys ; trees produced without culture, here straggling or single, and there crowding into little groves and bowers, with other circumstances peculiar to the districts I allude to, render them fit for pastunige, and favorable to romantic leisure and tender passions.
Sivu 134 - It was nae my wee thing, it was nae my ain thing, It was nae my true love ye met by the tree : Proud is her leal heart, and modest her nature, She never loved ony till ance she lo'ed me.
Sivu 281 - 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.

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