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. 1887 Excerpt: ...Nonplussed, he wad the field speedy ha'e quitted, Doubtfu' to gain footin' or hearin'; But they, likewise, aghast at him, were waitin' For breath, to gi'e their cause a statin', The guid man's admonition fearin'; When, like a flash, bein' Scotch-witted, The situation takin', An' awkward silence breakin', To speak, his ...
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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. 1887 Excerpt: ...Nonplussed, he wad the field speedy ha'e quitted, Doubtfu' to gain footin' or hearin'; But they, likewise, aghast at him, were waitin' For breath, to gi'e their cause a statin', The guid man's admonition fearin'; When, like a flash, bein' Scotch-witted, The situation takin', An' awkward silence breakin', To speak, his overhingin' braw he knitted. But, first, he leuked frae ane untill the ither, Baith mickle-blawn, red-cheeked, an' heated, Wi' towseled heids, flame-red, an'een a-flashin', Just as they were, when they were clashin', --They'd just withdrawn, the battle half completed; An' then he said, half jestin', --Few words it was compressed in, --"Whilk man's heid o' the house, my brither?" The man, as blunt as he, an' sae high-mettled, Sic undecided battle wagin', Had surely been or mair or less than human, Thus held at bay by mortal woman, Had he nae war within him ragin'. The guid man's wit him further nettled: Sae back he hetly stated: "The very thing debated; Tust tak' a seat until 'tis settled 1" DROUKIT DAFT. I'm droukit daft wi' mither-joy, Licht-heartit an' licht-heided; I'm droukit daft wi' my ain boy, To him I am sae wedded. A' day an' night upon my heart A burden sweet I hauld him; Waukin' or sleepin' I've the art Still close to me to fauld him. I'm droukit daft wi' my ain boy, Wi' ower delight I'm droukit; Sae like a bairn, wi' some fresh toy, I kenna how to bruik it. Or, like a pansie fu' o' dew, Wi' God's ain sun downshinin'; A tremblin' wi' its e'e o' blue, Its wat-drenched heid inclinin'. Ithers may i' their fashion whirl, Their achin' hearts disguisin', An' gi'e them to the empty warl, Sic mither-life despisin' Trippin' till morn, wi' daintie feet Encased in snawy satin; My fit obeys his ca' sae sweet, Frae matin unto m...
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