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The Works of Robert Fergusson

Literature & Fiction

Robert Fergusson

Classics

The Mercat Press

Poems by Allan Ramsay & Robert Fergusson

Allan Ramsay

Edinburgh: Scottish Academic Press, 1985

Poems by Allan Ramsay and Robert Fergusson ([Publications] - Association for Scottish Literary Studies)

Editor-Alexander Manson Kinghorn

Editor-Alexander Law

Rowman and Littlefield

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. 1800 Excerpt: ...'tis true. No marvel then that all the world should own, In Peachum's trench'ry Justice Fielding known, Since thieves so common are, and, Justice, . you Thieves to the gallows for reward pursue. Had Gay by writing rous'd the stealing trade, You'd been less active to suppress yo art read; For, trust me when a robber loses ground, You lose your living with your forty pound. 'Twas Woman first that snatch'd the luring bait, The tempter taught her to transgress and eat; Tho' wrong the deed, her quick compunction told, She banish'd Adam from an age of gold. When women now transgress fair Virtue's rules, Men are their pupils, and the stews their schools; From simple wh--d--m greater sins began To shoot, to bloom, to center all in mar.; G Tootpads onHounslow flourish here to-day, . The next old Tyburn sweeps them all away; For woman's faults, the cause of ev'ry wrong Men robb'd and murdered, thieves at Tyburn strung. In panting breasts to raise the fond alarm, Make females in the cause of virtue warm, Gay has compar'd them to the summer flow'r, The boast and glory of an idle hour; When cropt it falls, shrinks, withers, and decays, Afid to oblivion dark consigns its days. Hath this a pow'r to win the female heart Back from its vice, from virtue ne'er to part; If so the wayward virgin will restore, And murders, rapes, and plunders be no more. These were the lays of him who virtue knew, Rever'd her dictates, and practis'd them too; No idle theorist in her stainless ways, He gave the parent Goddess all his-days. O Queensberry his best and earliest friend, All that his wit or learning could command; Best of patrons the Muse's only pride Still in her pageant shalt thou first preside; No idle pomp that riches can procure, Sprung at a start, and faded in an hour, But pa...

The Poetical Works of Robert Fergusson, with the Life of the Author by David Irving

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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. 1799 Excerpt: ...rigg o' con To charm our roving een; (c)louring about I saw a quean. The sairest 'neifth the list; Her ten were o' the siller sheen, Herein like snawy drist, Sae white that das. n. Quod me, " I seriy unco sair, " That ye sud musand gae, " Ye wha hae sung o' Haliow-fair, " Her winter's pranks and play: " Whan on Leith-sands the racers rare, Wi' Jocky lowns are met, " Their orrow pennies there to ware, " and drown themsel'a in debt Fu' deep that day." III. An' wha are ye, my winsome dear, That takes the gate sae early? Whare do ye win, gin ane may spear, For I right meikle serry, That sick braw buskit laughing las Thir bonny blinks (hou'd gie, An' loup like Hike o'er the grass, As wanton and as sree Frae dule this day-IV. " I dwall amang the caller springs " That weetthe Lando' Caies, " And asten tune my canty strings " At Iridah m& late-waits; " They ca' me Mirth; 1 ne er was head " To grumble or look sour, " But blyth wad be a list to lend, " Gis ye wad scy my pow'r " An'pith this day. V. A bargain be't, and, by my scggs, Gis ye will be my mate, Wi' you I'll screw the cheery pegs; Ye shanna sind me blate;--We'll reel an' ramble thro' the sands, And jeer wi' a' we meet; N or hip the dast and gleesome band That sill Edina's street Sae thrang this day. TI. Ere servant maids had wont to rife Toseeth the breaksast kettle, Ilk dame her brawest ribbons tries. To put her on her mettle, Wi wilei some silly chiel to trap (And troth he's sain to get her, ) But she'll craw kniefly in his crap, When, wow he canna flit her Frae hame that day. VII. Now mony a scaw'd and bare-ars'd lown Rise early to their wark, Enough to fley a muckle town, Wi' dinsome squeel and bark; " Here .

The poetical works of R. Fergusson

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TEACHING, PREACHING & STORYTELLING If Robert Fergusson were to tell you a story, whether from a church platform or in the confines of the seat next to you on an airplane, you would undoubtedly listen - and undeniably be changed. Stories pass on gathered wisdom, they reveal much about a person’s identity, convey responsibility, instill values and uncover truth. There is an art to storytelling, and priceless significance gained when you discern and absorb this age-old practise. In ‘Are You Getting This?’, discover the story telling method that has made Robert Fergusson a sought-after teacher, memorable preacher and incessant disciple of Jesus Christ. Rediscover a love for learning and teaching, the importance of impartation and the eternal truths found in the greatest story ever told. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Robert Fergusson has been part of the teaching team at Hillsong Church for the last thirty years. He is English by birth, Australian by choice and European by taste. He has seven growing grandchildren, three married children and one patient wife. He is a biologist by training, but dislikes the colour green. He is a teacher by calling, but hates marking. He loves travelling, reading, photography and coffee. For over forty years he has taught people how to live in order to please God. He and his wife currently live in the parrot-filled suburbs of Sydney.

Are You Getting This?

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