A Collection of Scots Poems on Several Occasions

A Collection of Scots Poems on Several Occasions

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1769 edition. Excerpt: ... pride flies to the highest pitch, She kisses Done except the great and tich; And they receive th'imperious Maid's embrace' On bended knees, with rev'rence bow the face. Surely she hath a kindnefs to our nation, Who Union hales; she's still for feparatism. Few maids thc-re are, like her, upon the earth, Who never thought on marriage since her birth: Surely she is not sprung of Adam's feed, Who never sistn'd in thought, or word or deed. From whence can she fuch pow'rful influence draw? For saithfully she doth fulsil the law. Her father was a fmith be-fouth the Tweed, And Halifax brought forth this cruel maid; When young, was courted by a Scottifa peer; His lordship lov'd her well, and brought her here. Yet, ah! a very strange reward he got, The Jezabel kifs'd him, and cut his throat. Some do conclude, she's forry for her sins, And now a life of penitence begins; For ev'ry time she goes to take the air, Pious divines are with her clofe at pray'r. Thrice sifty years ago this Maid was feen, Yetno more wrinkles hath than when sifteen. Her livery-man, and her lead-colour'd gown, Distinguish her from ladies of the town. Lying with her the bravest men have dy'd, Yet (he's a Maid, which cannot be deny, 'd; And most reclusely lives like any nun; For fome years pad she bath not feen the fun. You may go view her any hour of day, See all her trim, and only six pence pay: She lodges at the back os gold-fmiths hall; Great is the wonder, and tht payment small. The Pretended Town-cryer. By a gentleman who borrowed the bell man's cloak and bell, and rung, and repeated the verfes as under, thro' the streets of Edinburgh, at four o'clock in the morning, May io. 1720. ALL you that in your beds do lie, Turn wame to wame and occupy;.And when that you have done your...show more

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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236611365
  • 9781236611369