The Poems of Robert Fergusson: in Two Parts. To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, and a Sketch of His Writings; with a Copious Glossary Annexed
Benjamin Chapman. A. Small, printer., 1815 - 331 oldal
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62. oldal - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
194. oldal - Ferguson, whose irregularities sometimes led him into unpleasant rencontres with these military conservators of public order, and who mentions them so often that he may be termed their poet...
226. oldal - At night, in calmest slumbers dose fu' sound ; Nor doctor need their weary life to spae, Nor drogs their noddle and their sense confound, Till death slip sleely on, and gie the hindmost wound.
iv. oldal - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, ' No storied urn nor animated bust ;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
205. oldal - A cauler burn o' siller sheen, Ran cannily out-owre the green ; And whan our gutcher's drouth had been To bide right sair, He loutit down, and drank bedeen A dainty skair. His bairns had a', before the flood, A langer tack o* flesh and blood ; • * And on mair pithy shanks they stood Than Noah's line, Wha still hae been a feckless brood, Wi
179. oldal - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling.
100. oldal - O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honour spoke, From that place the Morn is broke To that place Day doth unyoke...
288. oldal - Wi' thee but wi' a dowy heart; Aft frae the Fifan coast I've seen Thee tow'ring on thy summit green, So glowr the saints when first is given A fav'rite keek o...