Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 Seiten |
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... o'er my Daddie My Hoggie . The Lass that made the Bed to me . Where hae ye been The Union . Cock up your Beaver There was a bonie Lass The Heron Ballads . First Ballad My Harry was a Gallant gay The Election . Second Ballad Tibbie ...
... o'er my Daddie My Hoggie . The Lass that made the Bed to me . Where hae ye been The Union . Cock up your Beaver There was a bonie Lass The Heron Ballads . First Ballad My Harry was a Gallant gay The Election . Second Ballad Tibbie ...
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... o'er Is silent expectation ; For Moodie speels the holy door , Wi ' tidings o ' damnation . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' God present him , The vera sight o ' Moodie's face , To's ain het hame had sent him Wi ...
... o'er Is silent expectation ; For Moodie speels the holy door , Wi ' tidings o ' damnation . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' God present him , The vera sight o ' Moodie's face , To's ain het hame had sent him Wi ...
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... o'er the hill Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steel'd , And train'd to arms in stern Misfortune's field ; Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The ...
... o'er the hill Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship steel'd , And train'd to arms in stern Misfortune's field ; Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The ...
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... o'er tow'r and tree : The chilly frost , beneath the silver beam , Crept , gently - crusting , owre the glittering stream.— When , lo ! on either hand the list'ning Bard , The clanging sugh of whistling wings is heard ; Two dusky forms ...
... o'er tow'r and tree : The chilly frost , beneath the silver beam , Crept , gently - crusting , owre the glittering stream.— When , lo ! on either hand the list'ning Bard , The clanging sugh of whistling wings is heard ; Two dusky forms ...
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... t o't ; The Lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut , like precipices : O'er arching , mouldy , gloom - inspiring coves , 26 THE BRIGS OF AYR . 29.
... t o't ; The Lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't ! Gaunt , ghastly , ghaist - alluring edifices , Hanging with threat'ning jut , like precipices : O'er arching , mouldy , gloom - inspiring coves , 26 THE BRIGS OF AYR . 29.
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acquaintance Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND fair fancy Farewell farm favourite Fête Champêtre frae friendship Gavin Hamilton give grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock kind lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs wife wild William Burnes Willie wish worth wretch write ye'll young
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Seite 172 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
Seite 212 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Seite 52 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion, Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Seite 67 - 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...
Seite 61 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha-Bible, ance his father's pride; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Seite 208 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Seite 226 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 89 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Seite 199 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Seite 385 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.