Dornock’s Distress. A Tragical Dialogue (James Wilson Claudero Poems)
SCENE I. EcclefechinDornockSolus.O heavens support my every sense!A large estate! yet barr'd from pence!Trust deeds and curs'd adjudications,Bonds, inhibitions, damn'd ...
SCENE I. EcclefechinDornockSolus.O heavens support my every sense!A large estate! yet barr'd from pence!Trust deeds and curs'd adjudications,Bonds, inhibitions, damn'd ...
Arma virumque cano.-- ~Virg.Why should so many curses come onThe hoary head of P---st D---d?(I think his real name, M'Gr---r,Would ...
See Clinchie to the hen approach,A scoundrel screen'd in gilded coach.Near to Edina's lofty town,Upon a worthy Baron's ground,A poor ...
The last Speech and dying words of the CROSS of Edinburgh, which was hanged, drawn and quartered, on Monday the ...
Have I been sleeping, in a trance, or dead?Sure now I live, and rear my antient head;Then tell me, Calton-hill ...
Ye mealy mouth'd mobbers, attend to my song,Whose plunder brings plenty of blessings along.No gospel or law starv'd people regard,For ...
Ye Poets, be cautious what muse ye invoke,Be careful too, Printers, and do not provokeThe guardians of justice, or laws ...
Clap your Hands, ye People allIn Cummingston who dwell;Macdebit's dead, whose holy TricksWill sink his Soul to &wblank;:No more will ...
In Robert Bruce's Days,The Flemings wore the Bays.Their Courage it surpassed monny:For they the Dagger drew,And serv'd their King ay ...
Discord, fly on sooty pinions,To your gloomy dire dominions;For LAURIE, now our potent Lord,Engageth all to sweet concord.Let palms of ...
Come let us prepare,Jolly hearts ev'ry where,Each shoemaker sing and be merry,Let mirth now abound,And bumpers go round,Of Claret, Champaign, ...
O had you well frae Geordie Bell,Ye go and ago;There's few folks dafter than himsel',Irum corum dago.As thro' Edina's streets ...
Garlick and onions, aid my woe,Ye crocodiles, your tears let flow,And Stirling-castle's large head now,Pour forth its streams, as rivers ...
A goose there was in Glasgow town,For beauty fam'd, a buxom lown,Near which a sparrow had his hole,A lech'rous bird, ...
The buxom ladies of Parnassus,Are quite unlike our modern lasses,Who are a race of sordid b-----s,That prostitute their charms to ...
Come here, brother Carters, adhere to my plan,Sling your whips on your shoulders, and sing my Joan;She's handsome and witty, ...
To friends attent, my sad lament,I with dool and sorrow roar;These naked walls for pity call,And grieve my heart full ...
Great thanks to Boick's friendly lays,For bards like Claud are fond of praise;But thou has screw'd my muse so high,Like ...
The golden Bait the Devil spread,I caught with greedy Jaws;With Usury I sore oppress'dAll that came in my Paws:I hated ...
Inspir'd with friendship, fly, O muse!To greet my Genius, a recluse!Opprest, o'erwhelm'd with sullen grief --Haste -- now, or never, ...
Quick saddle your mare, to Auld Reikie repair,For my muse is confoundedly dull;But your pious face will inspire me with ...
Good Mr. Stitch, if 'tis your pleasure,To come and take of me the measure:I will confess the obligation,And cringe unto ...
As 'tis the custom of play-actors,To thank their friends and benefactors,In epilogues compos'd in verse,Which they, like apes, do but ...
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