Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] A New Edition with Illustrations by A. S. Boyd |
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A Stormy Night: Hughie hobnobbing
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A Stormy Night: Hughie hobnobbing at Home.
“Alga litus inutili
Demissa tempestas ab Euro
Sternet, aquæ nisi fallit augur.”
—Car. iii. 17.
Demissa tempestas ab Euro
Sternet, aquæ nisi fallit augur.”
—Car. iii. 17.
George, son of lairds that awn'd the laund,
Sin' Scotland was a nation—
And yet ye tak' a higher staund
Than that o' generation:
What tho' your pedigree ye trace
Frae maister an' frae madam?
The meanest figure wi' a face,
He bude to come fra Adam.
Sin' Scotland was a nation—
And yet ye tak' a higher staund
Than that o' generation:
What tho' your pedigree ye trace
Frae maister an' frae madam?
The meanest figure wi' a face,
He bude to come fra Adam.
George, worthy son o' honest folk!
I canna rank ye high'r—
I spend this nicht at aucht o'clock
Beside my ain peat fire.
The mune, sair burden'd wi' a broch,
Shaws nouther face nor form;
And there's a moanin' aff the loch
That bodes the comin' storm.
I canna rank ye high'r—
I spend this nicht at aucht o'clock
Beside my ain peat fire.
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Shaws nouther face nor form;
And there's a moanin' aff the loch
That bodes the comin' storm.
Gie Borlan' Jock, the cadger loon,
An' poacher tho' he is,
As he gangs drookit by your toon,
A dram for bringin' this:
An' for oorsel's—we'll play the joke
We've play'd sae aften noo:
Drink up to me at aucht o'clock,
And I'll drink doun to you!
An' poacher tho' he is,
As he gangs drookit by your toon,
A dram for bringin' this:
An' for oorsel's—we'll play the joke
We've play'd sae aften noo:
Drink up to me at aucht o'clock,
And I'll drink doun to you!
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