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Page vii - With the ready trick and fable Round we wander all the day; And at night, in barn or stable, Hug our doxies on the hay. A fig &c. Does the train-attended carriage Thro
Page viii - Something, however, is to be allowed to the nature of the subject, and something to the education of the poet ; and if, from veneration to the names of Swift and Dryden, we tolerate the grossness of the one, and the indelicacy of the other, the respect due to that of Burns may surely...
Page 43 - ... to evince his sentiments by his practice, forced a few more mouthfuls of this disagreeable potion down his throat, till his stomach was so much offended, that he was compelled to start up of a sudden ; and, in the hurry of his elevation, overturned his plate into the bosom of the baron. The...
Page 43 - Konigsmarc, who stood by the king's side, and who, soldier as he was, had not got rid of the prejudices of his childhood, hinted to his royal master that the peasant ought to be burnt as a sorcerer. ' Sir,' said the fellow, irritated at the remark, ' if your majesty will but make that old gentleman take off his sword and his spurs, I will eat him, before I begin the hog.
Page vi - And now a widow I must mourn The pleasures that will ne'er return; No comfort but a hearty can, When I think on John Highlandman. A pigmy scraper wi...
Page 43 - There, however, it is still ;' saying this, she showed him the other coffer in which the second humpbacked minstrel had expired. At this sight the clown is perfectly confounded — how the devil ! come back ! a sorcerer ! — he then stuffed the body into the sack, and threw it like the other over the bridge, taking care to put the head down, and to observe that it sunk.
Page 43 - Then addressing himself to the judge, said, I perceive, sir, that they will be maliciously obstinate to the last, and will never open their eyes. They wish certainly to avoid the shame of reading their own condemnation in the face of every one that looks upon them; it were better, if you think fit, to pardon them, and to send some person along with me for the ten thousand dirhems they have hidden.
Page vi - for humorous description and nice discrimination of character," " inferior to no poem of the same length in the whole range of English poetry.
Page iv - Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyte. And infant frosts begin to bite. In hoary cranreuch drest; Ae night at e'en a merry core O' randie, gangrel bodies. In Poosie-Nansie's" held the splore, To drink their orra dudies: Wi' quaffing, and laughing, They ranted an' they sang; Wi' jumping, an' thumping, The vera girdle rang.