The Lives of the Scotish Poets: With Preliminary Dissertations on the Literary History of Scotland, and the Early Scotish Drama, Volumen2Alex. Lawrie and Company, 1804 - 506 páginas |
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Página 487 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ! Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her name. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; ] With heart-struck anxious care, enquires his name, While Jenny
Página 493 - life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Página 494 - Address to his Army : Now's the day, and now's the hour: See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power-— Edward ! chains and slaverie ! Wha' will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave ?' Wha sae base as be a slave ? Traitor ! coward
Página 43 - Brunell, it has been conjectured, was a native of Germany, and flourished about the end of the twelfth, or the beginning of the thirteenth century. He composed many Latin poems which have never been published : but his Sententia de Ordinibus Religiosis appears in the collection of Martene and Durand
Página 494 - Coffins stood round, like open presses ; That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some devilish cantrip slight, Each in its cauld hand held a light. By this heroic Tarn was able To note upon the haly table, A murderer's banes in gibbet airns
Página 488 - can with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd ? Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their
Página 493 - Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, She ventur'd forward on the light: And, vow ! Tarn saw an unco sight! Warlocks and witches in a dance ; Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Pat life and mettle in their heels.
Página 495 - and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Caledonian ! on wi' me! " • •* By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins
Página 489 - maukin ta'en her way To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been. The thresher's weary flingin-tree The lee-lang day had tired me ; And whan the day had clos'd his e'e . Far i' the west, Ben i' the spence, right pensively, I gaed to rest. There lanely by the ingle-cheek,
Página 452 - studied assiduously nature's design in my formation; where the lights and shades of my character were intended. I was pretty confident my poems would meet with some applause ; but at the worst, the roar of the Atlantic would deafen the voice of censure, and the novelty of West-Indian scenes make me forget neglect.