The Poems of Allan Ramsay, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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A. Gardner, 1877
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Page 43 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld; But she gars a' my spirits glow, At wauking of the fauld.
Page 56 - I'm sae happy, I shall have delight To hear their little plaints, and keep them right. Wow ! Jenny, can there greater pleasure be, Than see sic wee tots toolying at your knee ; When a' they ettle at — their greatest wish, Is to be. made of, and obtain a kiss ? Can there be toil in tenting day and night The like of them, when love makes care delight ? Jen.
Page 57 - With dimpled cheeks and twa bewitching een, Should gar your Patie think his half-worn Meg And her ken'd kisses, hardly worth a feg I PEOGY. Nae mair of that. Dear Jenny, to be free, There's some men constanter in love than we. Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them with solidity of mind ; They'll reason calmly and with kindness smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile.
Page 58 - I'll have a' things made ready to his will. In winter, when he toils thro' wind and rain, A bleezing ingle, and a clean hearth-stane; And soon as he flings by his plaid and staff, The seething...
Page 49 - re soon defeat, And with a simple face give way To a repulse; then be not blate, Push bauldly on, and win the day. When maidens, innocently young, Say aften what they never mean, Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue, But tent the language of their een : If these agree, and she persist To answer all your love with hate, Seek elsewhere to be better blest, And let her sigh when 't is too late. Roger. Kind Patie, now fair fa...
Page 52 - For a' that, he can neither sing nor say, Except, " How d' ye 1 "—or, " There's a bonny day." PEGGY. Ye dash the lad with constant slighting pride; Hatred for love is unco sair to bide. But ye'll repent ye, if his love grow cauld.
Page 143 - Good claret best keeps out the cauld, And drives away the winter soon, It makes a man baith gash and bauld, 1 5 And heaves his saul beyond the moon.
Page 171 - Since honour commands me how can I refuse ? Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee ; And losing thy favour I'd better not be.
Page 36 - The peaceful dwellings where she fix'd her seat. The pleasing fields she wont of old to grace. Companion to an upright sober race ; When on the sunny hill or verdant plain, Free and familiar with the sons of men, To crown the pleasures of the blameless feast, She uninvited came a welcome guest: Ere yet an age, grown rich in impious arts...
Page 58 - Than aught in love the like of us can spy. See yon twa elms that grow up side by side, Suppose them some years syne bridegroom and bride ; Nearer and nearer ilka year theyVe prest, Till wide their spreading branches are increas'd, And in their mixture now are fully blest : This shields the other frae the eastlin blast, That in return defends it frae the wast.