Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] A New Edition with Illustrations by A. S. Boyd |
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Hughie thinks himself now too old
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Hughie thinks himself now too old for Love.
“Nocturnis ego somniis,
Jam captam teneo, jam volucrem sequor.”
—Car. iv. 1.
Jam captam teneo, jam volucrem sequor.”
—Car. iv. 1.
O haud awa' thae lowin' een!
I canna bide their licht;
I'm no' sae young as I hae been,
Nor near sae strong o' sicht.
I'm wearin' near twa score an' ten—
It's mair becomin' me
To think upon my latter en';
In pity, let me be!
I canna bide their licht;
I'm no' sae young as I hae been,
Nor near sae strong o' sicht.
I'm wearin' near twa score an' ten—
It's mair becomin' me
To think upon my latter en';
In pity, let me be!
There's Sandie wad be liker ye,
A dacent honest lad;
He's growin' like his nowte awee,
But, hoot! he's no' that bad.
He's a weel-daein' chield, an' douce,
An' wants a wife forbye;
An' mind he has a snod bit house,
An' twa-three gude milk kye.
A dacent honest lad;
He's growin' like his nowte awee,
But, hoot! he's no' that bad.
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An' wants a wife forbye;
An' mind he has a snod bit house,
An' twa-three gude milk kye.
He'll busk ye juist as braw, nae doot,
An' cheaper than anither—
He'll hae a gude wheen claes aboot
Belangin' to his mither.
Then dinna fling awa' your smiles
(Ye'd fling whate'er cam' handy
At ony o' 's, I've noticed, whyles!)
But keep them a' for Sandie.
An' cheaper than anither—
He'll hae a gude wheen claes aboot
Belangin' to his mither.
Then dinna fling awa' your smiles
(Ye'd fling whate'er cam' handy
At ony o' 's, I've noticed, whyles!)
But keep them a' for Sandie.
For me, I howp the comin' years
Are calmer than I've seen yet;
Yet why, ah! why will hidden tears
Unbidden fill my een yet?
Thee still in dreams by night I view,
Thee flying o'er the plain,
Thee, cruel Peggy! I pursue
O'er rolling seas in vain!
Are calmer than I've seen yet;
Yet why, ah! why will hidden tears
Unbidden fill my een yet?
Thee still in dreams by night I view,
Thee flying o'er the plain,
Thee, cruel Peggy! I pursue
O'er rolling seas in vain!
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