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Seite 117 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And, 0 ! may heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile I Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their
Seite 347 - kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm that my little story is most eventful. I was, at the beginning of this period, perhaps, the most ungainly awkward boy in the parish—no
Seite 236 - John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And many a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go ; And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo. LXXXI. OUR THRISSLES FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR. Tune—
Seite 262 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : 'And I will luve thee still, my dear, 'Till a' the seas gang dry. 'Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the
Seite 116 - when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale." x. Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth T Curse on his
Seite 236 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe— My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of
Seite 284 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By our sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow !— Let us do or die ! CCVII.
Seite 284 - Wha can fill a coward's grave Î Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and flee ! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me 1 By oppression's woes and pains ! By our sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall
Seite 273 - 0' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu
Seite 116 - Curse on his perj ur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd Î Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the -parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild ? XI. But now the supper crowns their simple board, The halesome parritch, chief