Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to ChaucerBaldwin, James
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Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer
Baldwin, James
English poetry
=aft=, often.
=amaist=, almost.
=amang=, among.
=ance=, once.
=auld=, old.
=belyve=, by and by.
=blate=, bashful.
=blinkin=, gleaming.
=blythe=, happy.
=braw=, brave, fine.
=cannie=, easy.
=carking=, fretting.
=certes=, certain.
=chows=, chews.
=claes=, clothes.
=convoy=, accompany.
=cracks=, talks.
=craws=, crows.
=drapping=, dropping.
=eydent=, diligent.
=fell=, tasty.
=flichterin=, fluttering.
=frae=, from.
=gang=, go.
=gars=, makes.
=guid=, good.
=hae=, have.
=haffets=, temples.
=hafflins=, half.
=halesome=, wholesome.
=hallan=, partition wall.
=hameward=, homeward.
=ingle=, fire.
=jauk=, trifle.
=kebbuck=, cheese.
=kens=, understands.
=lathefu'=, shy.
=lave=, the rest.
=lyart=, gray.
=miry=, muddy, dusty.
=moil=, labor.
=nae=, no.
=parritch=, porridge.
=pleugh=, plough.
=rin=, run.
=sair-won=, hard-earned.
=sowpe=, milk.
=spiers=, inquires.
=stacher=, stagger.
=strappin'=, strapping, stout.
=tentie=, attentively.
=towmond=, twelvemonth.
=uncos=, unknown things, new.
=wales=, chooses.
=wee bit=, little.
=weel=, well.
=wee things=, little folks.
=weel-hained=, well-kept.
=wiles=, knowledge.
=wily=, knowing.
=youngling=, youthful.
=younkers=, youngsters, children.
='yont=, on the other side of.
TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY.
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786.
Wee, modest, crimson-tippéd flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem.
To spare thee now is past my power,
Thou bonnie gem.
Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
The bonnie lark, companion meet!
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Wi' spreckled breast,
When upward springing, blythe to greet
The purpling east.
Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Upon thy early humble birth;
Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth
Amid the storm,
Scarce reared above the parent earth
Thy tender form.
The flaunting flowers our gardens yield,
High sheltering woods an' wa's maun shield;
But thou, beneath the random bield
O' clod or stane,
Adorns the histie stibble-field,
Unseen, alane.
There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Thy snawie bosom sunward spread,
Thou lifts thy unassuming head
In humble guise:
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies!
Such is the fate of artless maid,
Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!
By love's simplicity betrayed,
And guileless trust,
Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid
Low i' the dust.
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