Robert Fergusson

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Oliphant, Anderson & Ferrier, 1898 - Poets, Scottish - 160 pages
 

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Page 14 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone, And showed my youth How Verse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Page 143 - O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crown and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.
Page 143 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Page 126 - Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent. If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee.
Page 96 - Fame, Let merit nae pretension claim To laurell'd wreath, But hap ye weel, baith back and wame, In gude Braid Claith. He that some ells o...
Page 98 - O mock, na this, my friends! but rather mourn, Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear, Wi' eild our idle fancies a' return, 70 And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly fear; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.
Page 76 - A POOR Relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature — a piece of impertinent correspondency — an odious approximation — a haunting conscience — a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of our prosperity — an unwelcome remembrancer — a perpetually recurring mortification — a drain on your purse, a more intolerable dun upon your pride — a drawback upon success — a rebuke to your rising — a stain in your blood — a blot on your 'scutcheon...
Page 93 - ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF SCOTS MUSIC. Mark it, Csesariot it is old and plain, The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it.
Page 76 - ... prosperity, an unwelcome remembrancer, a perpetually recurring mortification, a drain on your purse, a more intolerable dun upon your pride, a drawback upon success, a rebuke to your rising, a stain in your blood, a blot on your 'scutcheon, a rent in your garment, a death's head at your banquet, Agathocles...
Page 98 - Peace to the husbandman and a' his tribe, Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year ! Lang may his sock and cou'ter turn the glybe, And bauks o

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