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the community, whenever it can come to My Peggy smiles sae kindly, act, can meet with no effectual resistance; It makes me blyth and bauld, but till power and right are the same, the And naething gives me sic* delight whole body of them has no right incon
As wauking of the fauld. sistent with virtue, and the first of all virtues, prudence. Men have no (230 My Peggy sings sae saftly right to what is not reasonable, and to
When on my pipe I play, what is not for their benefit; for though By a' the rest it is confest, a pleasant writer said, Liceat perire poetis, By a' the rest, that she sings best; when one of them, in cold blood, is said My Peggy sings sae saftly, to have leaped into the flames of a vol
And in her sangs are tauld 30 canic revolution, Ardentem frigidus Ætnam With innocence the wales of sense, insiluit, I consider such a frolic rather as At wauking of the fauld. an unjustifiable poetic license, than as one of the franchises of Parnassus; and whether he were poet, or divine, or [240 politician, that chose to exercise this kind | THE LASS WITH A LUMP OF LAND of right, I think that more wise, because more charitable, thoughts would urge me Gi’e me a lass with a lump of land, rather to save the man, than to preserve | And we for life shall gang thegither; his brazen slippers as the monuments of Though daft6 or wise I'll never demand, his folly.
Or black or fair it maks na whether.
And blood alane is no worth a shilling;
But she that's rich, her market's made, ROMANTICISM
For ilka? charm about her is killing. ALLAN RAMSAY (1686–1758) Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land,
And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure; 10 PEGGY
Gin I had anes8 her gear in my hand,
Should love turn down, 10 it will find My Peggy is a young thing,
pleasure. Just entered in her teens,
Laugh on wha likes, but there's my hand, Fair as the day, and sweet as May,
I hate with poortith," though bonny, to Fair as the day, and always gay;
meddle; My Peggy is a young thing, 5 Unless they bring cash or a lump of land, 15 And I'm not very auld,
They'se never get me to dance to their Yet well I like to meet her at
fiddle. The waukingof the fauld.
There's meikle good love in bands and My Peggy speaks sąe sweetly
bags, Whene'er we meet alane,
And siller and gowd’s12 a sweet comI wish nae mair to lay my care,
plexion; I wish nae mair of a' that's rare; But beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags, My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
Have tint13 the art of gaining affection.20 To a' the lave? I'm cauld,
Love tips his arrows with woods and parks, But she gars: a' my spirits glow 15 And castles, and riggs, 14 and moors, and At wauking of the fauld.
And naithing can catch our modern My Peggy smiles sae kindly
sparks, Whene'er I whisper love,
But well-tochered15 lasses or jointured That I look down on a' the town,
widows. That I look down upon a crown;
A such. schoice foolish. ' every once.
property. 10 mournful. 11 poverty. 12 gold 13 lost. I watching
14 ridge, a measure of land.
Attract his slender feet. The foodless JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748)
Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The THE SEASONS
Though timorous of heart, and hard beset From WINTER
By death in various forms, dark snares and
dogs, Through the hushed air the whitening And more unpitying men, the garden shower descends,
260 At first thin-wavering, till at last the Urged on by fearless want. The bleating flakes
K Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming Eye the bleak heaven, and next, the glisthe day
tening earth, With a continual flow. The cherished With looks of dumb despair; then, sad disfields
persed, Put on their winter robe of purest white: Dig for the withered herb through heaps 'T is brightness all, save where the new of snow.
snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head; and ere the languid As thus the snows arise, and foul and sun
276 Faint from the west emits his evening All winter drives along the darkened air, ray,
In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Earth's universal face, deep-hid and chill, Disastered stands; sees other hills ascend, Is one wide dazzling waste, that buries Of unknown joyless brow, and other wide
280 The works of man. Drooping, the labor- Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless er-ox
- 240 plain; Stands covered o'er with snow, and then Nor finds the river nor the forest, hid demands
Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of From hill to dale, still more and more heaven,
• astray, Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around Impatient flouncing through the drifted The winnowing store, and claim the little heaps, boon
Stung with the thoughts of home; the Which Providence assigns them. One thoughts of home alone,
245 Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor The redbreast, sacred to the household I forth gods,
In many a vain attempt. How sinks his Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, soul! In joyless fields and thorny thickets What black despair, what horror, fills his leaves
heart! His shivering mates, and pays to trusted | When for the dusky spot which fancy man
feigned, His annual visit. Half-afraid, he first 250 His tufted cottage rising through the snow, Against the window beats; then, brisk, He meets the roughness of the middle alights
waste, On the warm hearth; then hopping o'er Far from the track and blessed abode of the floor,
man; Eyes all the smiling family askance, While round him night resistless closes ! And pecks, and starts, and wonders where I fast, he is;
And every tempest howling o'er his Till more familiar grown, the table head,
255 | Renders the savage wilderness more wild.
Then throng the busy shapes into his On some impatient seizing, hurls them in: mind,
Emboldened then, nor hesitating more, 381 Of covered pits, unfathomably deep, Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing A dire descent! beyond the power of frost; | wave, Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, 300 And, panting, labor to the farther shore. Smoothed up with snow; and what is land | Repeated this, till deep the well-washed unknown,
fleece What water of the still unfrozen spring, | Has drunk the flood, and from his lively In the loose marsh or solitary lake,
385 Where the fresh fountain from the bottom The trout is banished by the sordid stream; boils.
Heavy and dripping, to the breezy brow These check his fearful steps, and down he | Slow move the harmless race; where, as sinks
305 they spread Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift, 1. Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Inly disturbed, and wondering what this Mixed with the tender anguish nature I wild shoots
Outrageous tumult means, their loud Through the wrung bosom of the dying l! complaints man,
The country fill-and, tossed from rock His wife, his children, and his friends, un to rock, seen.
310 Incessant bleatings run around the hills. In vain for him the officious wife prepares At last, of snowy white, the gathered The fire fair blazing, and the vestment flocks warm;
Are in the wattled pen innumerous pressed, In vain his little children, peeping out Head above head; and ranged in lusty Into the mingling storm, demand their sire rows
396 With tears of artless innocence. Alas! 315 | The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, shears. Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every | The housewife waits to roll her fleecy nerve
stores, The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, with all her gay-dressed maids attending And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, round. Lays him along the snows a stiffened | One, chief, in gracious dignity enthroned, corse,
320 | Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, Stretched out, and bleaching in the north and rays
401 ern blast.
Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shep
herd-king; From SUMMER
While the glad circle round them yield
their souls Rushing thence, in one diffusive band,371 | To festive mirth, and wit that knows no They drive the troubled flocks, by many a gall. dog
Meantime, their joyous task goes on apace: Compelled, to where the mazy-running | Some mingling stir the melted tar, and brook
406 Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving high,
side, And that, fair-spreading in a pebbled To stamp his master's cipher ready stand; shore.
375 | Others the unwilling wether drag along;. Urged to the giddy brink, much is the toil, And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy The clamor much, of men, and boys, and Holds by the twisted horns the indignant dogs,
ram. Ere the soft, fearful people to the flood | Behold where bound, and of its robe Commit their woolly sides. And oft the bereft, swain,
| By needy man, that all-depending lord,
How meek, how patient, the mild creature Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, lies!
Were heard the lowing herds along the What softness in its melancholy face, 415 vale, What dumb complaining innocence ap- And flocks loud-bleating from the dispears!
- 30 Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'tis not the And vacants shepherds piping in the knife
1 dale: Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you waved, And now and then sweet Philomel would No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided wail, shears,
Or stock-doves plain amid the forest Who having now, to pay his annual deep, care,
420 | That drowsy rustled to the sighing gale; Borrowed your fleece, to you a cumbrous; And still a coil the grasshopper did keep: load,
Yet all the sounds yblent“ inclinèd all to Will send you bounding to your hills
- 36 again.
Full in the passage of the vale, above,
A sable, silent, solemn forest stood; .? From THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE Where nought but shadowy forms were
seen to move,
Of blackening pines, aye waving to and
scarcely heard, to flow. | Half prankt! with spring, with summer half imbrowned,
A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was: A listless climate made, where, sooth Of dreams that wave before the halfto say,
shut eye; No living wight could work, ne cared And of gay castles in the clouds that even for play.
Forever flushing round a summer-sky. Was nought around but images of rest: There eke the soft delights, that Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns witchingly
20 Instil a wanton sweetness through the And flowery beds, that slumbrous in breast, fluence kest,
And the calm pleasures, always hovFrom poppies breathed; and beds of ered nigh; pleasant green,
But whate'er smackt of noyance, or Where never yet was creeping creature unrest, seen.
Was far, far off expelled from this deMeantimeunnumbered glittering stream licious nest.
55 That, as they bickered through the Where Indolence (for so the wizard sunny glade,
hight) Though restless still themselves, a lulling Close-hid his castle mid embowering murmur made.
trees, i adorned.
? cast. I care-free. mingled. 6 sleepiness. 6 also. ? annoyance.
That half shut out the beams of Phæbus The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turns to tyrants fall, And made a kind of checkered day and Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free, night.
The dread and envy of them all. 10
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
Serves but to root thy native oak is And labor harsh, complained, lamenting Rule, Britannia, etc.
man's estate. Thither continual pilgrims crowded still, Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; From all the roads of earth that pass All their attempts to bend thee down there by:
65 Will but arouse thy generous flame,
Rule, Britannia, etc.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
And every shore it circles thine. 25
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair; ing verses sung
Blest isle, with matchless beauty crowned, “Behold! ye pilgrims of this earth, And manly hearts to guard the fair! 30 behold!
Rule, Britannia, etc.
EDWARD YOUNG (1681–1766)
NIGHT THOUGHTS Mida
From NIGHT THE FIRST in
80 Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he Is all she has to do beneath the radiant forsakes: sky."
Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. 5 RULE, BRITANNIA
From short (as usual) and disturbed re
pose When Britain first, at Heaven's command, | I wake: how happy they who wake no Arose from out the azure main,
more! This was the charter of the land,
Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves! 5 I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams
| Tumultuous; where my wrecked despond-