The Heather Lintie; Poetical Pieces, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect

The Heather Lintie; Poetical Pieces, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect

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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. 1866 edition. Excerpt: ... opulent relatives, residing in the same neighbourhood; the lines being intended, as it were, to break the ice, by sarcastically reminding him of his natural duty to one who was extremely fond of him as an only brother. Gude billie, I maun na wise ca' ye, Lest down amang the clarts I draw ye, Yet it's sae lang sin' I last saw ye, I'm fain to ken Whaur 'mang her bairns Fate's pleas'd to raw ye, Or how ye fen. Or gin yer gab's in healthfu' mood, Keep munching ilk day's pickle food, Thir lines excuse, though rouch and rude, I do them send, I'd sink as soon in Nith's fell flood, As you offend. Ye ken ye've kin-a-wise neglecket Me, sin' we cam' to be connecket, E'en her ye ocht to hae respecket Thro' Nature's claim, 'Mang a' the lines ye here direcket, Nane bore her name. Henceforth please be na just sae saucy, Sleicht na through ine my winsome lassie, Else sure the Muses winna pass ye, They sae revere her, For worth there's few that tread the causeway Can come ocht near her. Love, wit, and grace, are centred in her, Respect before, honour behin' her, Fair Flora's smiles can ne'er outshine her, Whan in her pride, Her sweetest fragrant strolls incline her By Lochar side. To sweetly pass her blythest hours Amang the Amaranthine bowers, Whaurin her premium-winning flowers, She tents wi' care, Than thae, though wat wi' dew or showers, Nell seems mair fair. And for mysel', I mind richt weel, Sin' I was a fu' walie chiel, At crossing dyke, ditch, muir, or fiel', Few micht hae dared me, Till gloomy Fate round gart me wheel Wi' fricht and waured me. The late Provost Fraser once got a prize at the Horticultural Show, Dumfries, for flowers grown at Douievale. She chased me wi' pennated flicht, I scoored awa wi' a' my micht To get behin' some neuk or heicht, more

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  • Paperback | 56 pages
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236528557
  • 9781236528551