Ajax His Speech to the Grecian Knabbs, from Ovid's Metam. Lib.XIII ... Attempted in Broad Buchans: To which are Added A Journal to Portsmouth, and A Shop-bill, in the Same Dialect. With a Key |
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... o ' a browfter wife's ingle : he was well wordy o ' the gardy - chair itsel , or e'en to fit ben iuno the guidman upo ' the best bink o'the house : I believe an honefter follow never brack the nook o'a corter , nor C 2 JOURNAL ...
... o ' a browfter wife's ingle : he was well wordy o ' the gardy - chair itsel , or e'en to fit ben iuno the guidman upo ' the best bink o'the house : I believe an honefter follow never brack the nook o'a corter , nor C 2 JOURNAL ...
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honefter follow never brack the nook o'a corter , nor cuttit a fang frae a kebbuck , wi ' a futtle that lies i ' the quinzie o'the maun oner the cleath . The second chiel was a thick , fetterel , fwown pallach , wi'a great chuller oner ...
honefter follow never brack the nook o'a corter , nor cuttit a fang frae a kebbuck , wi ' a futtle that lies i ' the quinzie o'the maun oner the cleath . The second chiel was a thick , fetterel , fwown pallach , wi'a great chuller oner ...
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... it had an ugly knaggim , an ' a wauch wa - gang : an'fyne the head o'r was as yallow as bieft milk ; it was enough to gi'a warsh - stamack'd body a scunner ; bat ye ken well enough that I was never vera ogertfu ' .
... it had an ugly knaggim , an ' a wauch wa - gang : an'fyne the head o'r was as yallow as bieft milk ; it was enough to gi'a warsh - stamack'd body a scunner ; bat ye ken well enough that I was never vera ogertfu ' .
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At last ane o ' the hissies came an ' Speerd at me , gin I wou'd hae a bit o'a roasted grycie , or a bit o ' a bacon haam , ( that is the hinder hurdies o an auld swine ) for sipper ; bat ye ken well enough that I wis never very ...
At last ane o ' the hissies came an ' Speerd at me , gin I wou'd hae a bit o'a roasted grycie , or a bit o ' a bacon haam , ( that is the hinder hurdies o an auld swine ) for sipper ; bat ye ken well enough that I wis never very ...
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Bowe , smiles , and court - like phrases never footh The pangs of Princes in imprisonment , . But your high mind wou'd scorn to pay base court By acts of rigour on the wretched . L. Scrope . Yes ! I know too well the dues of fovereignty ...
Bowe , smiles , and court - like phrases never footh The pangs of Princes in imprisonment , . But your high mind wou'd scorn to pay base court By acts of rigour on the wretched . L. Scrope . Yes ! I know too well the dues of fovereignty ...
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Page 6 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
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