The Cotter's Saturday NightChatto & Windus, 1905 - 94 sayfa |
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admonition due Aiken ance his father's artless notes bairns come drapping bard Belyve Beneath the milk-white big ha'-Bible Blate blest with health chant their artless COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT cracks of horses Creator's praise elder bairns Eydent father cracks father mixes flichterin frae his labour frugal wifie Hawkie heartfelt raptures Heaven Heaven's Eternal King homeward all take husband prays ingle Jauk Jenny Kebbuck Kiaugh labour goes Laithfu life's sequestered scene lint Long may thy lowly train Lyart haffets meet their Dad milk-white thorn neebor notes in simple o'er the moor other's weelfare kindly Parritch penny-fee pleugh priest-like father reads rap comes gently rustic toil Scotia's simple guise sons of rustic Stacher Sugh thorn that scents thy hardy sons toil Be blest toil-worn Cotter frae towmond auld train in life's twas a towmond UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN Uor M Maou Weel pleased Weel-hained weelfare kindly spiers youngling cottagers retire
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Sayfa 14 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Sayfa 13 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Sayfa 15 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. XVII Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Sayfa 10 - An ne'er tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play ; " An' O ! be sure to fear the Lord alway ! An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night ! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might ; They never sought in vain, that sought the Lord aright." But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
Sayfa 17 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Sayfa 17 - Wallace's undaunted heart; Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God peculiarly thou art, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert; But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!
Sayfa 10 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad came o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Sayfa 12 - yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell ; An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i
Sayfa 14 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs...
Sayfa 8 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an