The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 1Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
De dentro do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 36
Página lxviii
... and scribbled electioneering ballads . One evening , when the past - heavy with unshed tears - lay near his heart , he composed the strain , To Mary in Heaven ; and in the course of one summer day , in a perfect riot and lxviii ...
... and scribbled electioneering ballads . One evening , when the past - heavy with unshed tears - lay near his heart , he composed the strain , To Mary in Heaven ; and in the course of one summer day , in a perfect riot and lxviii ...
Página xciii
... tears , as Howard came to the strong places of pestilence - irradiating , consoling ; like the hearing of soft tones , like the touches of tender hands . And then his " " large friendliness flows out in every direction . Preface . xciii.
... tears , as Howard came to the strong places of pestilence - irradiating , consoling ; like the hearing of soft tones , like the touches of tender hands . And then his " " large friendliness flows out in every direction . Preface . xciii.
Página 55
... tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane o ' his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our ...
... tears trickling down your nose ; Our Bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last , sad cape - stane o ' his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our ...
Página 80
... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samson's dead ! When Winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samson's dead ! When Winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
Página 101
... tear , And go wi ' me and be my dear , And then your every care and fear May whistle owre the lave o't . CHORUS . I am a fiddler to my trade , And a ' the tunes that e'er I play'd , The sweetest still to wife or maid , Was whistle owre ...
... tear , And go wi ' me and be my dear , And then your every care and fear May whistle owre the lave o't . CHORUS . I am a fiddler to my trade , And a ' the tunes that e'er I play'd , The sweetest still to wife or maid , Was whistle owre ...
Outras edições - Ver todos
Termos e frases comuns
Alloway Kirk amang auld Ayrshire baith Bard blest bonie braw brother brunstane Burns Burns's cauld dear death Deil Dugald Stewart Dumfries Dunlop e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland epistle Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear Fintry frae Gavin Hamilton Gilbert grace guid hame heart Heaven holy honest honour ither Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock Kirk lady lasses letter Lord Lord Monboddo Mauchline maun monie morning Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night noble o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme Riddel Robert ROBERT BURNS round Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland Scottish Shanter sing skelpin song soul stanza sugh sweet tears tell thee There's thou thro Torbolton unco verses weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wretched wrote ye'll ye're
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 144 - ... sun-ward 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 betray'd, And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 201 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Página 132 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 145 - ... Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To...
Página 78 - tis He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 202 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Página 132 - No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart...
Página 143 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped 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 pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 83 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Página 160 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion I ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH.