The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Lord Eglintoun's Auld Man.
The auld guidman came hame at night
Sair wearied wi' the way;
His looks were like an evening bright,
His hair was siller gray.
He spak o' days lang past an' gane,
When life beat high in every vein;
When he was foremost on the plain
On every blithesome day.
Sair wearied wi' the way;
His looks were like an evening bright,
His hair was siller gray.
He spak o' days lang past an' gane,
When life beat high in every vein;
When he was foremost on the plain
On every blithesome day.
“Then blithely blushed the morning dawn.
An' gay the gloaming fell;
For sweet content led aye the van,
An' sooth'd the passions well:
Till wounded by a gilded dart,
When Jeanie's een subdued my heart,
I cherished aye the pleasing smart—
Mair sweet than I can tell.
An' gay the gloaming fell;
For sweet content led aye the van,
An' sooth'd the passions well:
Till wounded by a gilded dart,
When Jeanie's een subdued my heart,
I cherished aye the pleasing smart—
Mair sweet than I can tell.
“We had our griefs, we had our joys,
In life's uneasy way;
We nourished virtuous girls an' boys,
That now are far away;
An' she, my best, my dearest part,
The sharer o' ilk joy an' smart,
Each wish an' weakness o' my heart,
Lies mouldering in the clay.
In life's uneasy way;
We nourished virtuous girls an' boys,
That now are far away;
An' she, my best, my dearest part,
The sharer o' ilk joy an' smart,
Each wish an' weakness o' my heart,
Lies mouldering in the clay.
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“The life o' man's a winter day;
Look back, 'tis gone as soon;
But yet his pleasures halve the way,
An' fly before 'tis noon:
But conscious virtue still maintains
The honest heart through toils an' pains;
An' hope o' better days remains,
An' hauds the heart aboon.”
Look back, 'tis gone as soon;
But yet his pleasures halve the way,
An' fly before 'tis noon:
But conscious virtue still maintains
The honest heart through toils an' pains;
An' hope o' better days remains,
An' hauds the heart aboon.”
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