The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 páginas |
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... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
... , in Scottish senate bred , Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head , Comes ' mid a string of coxcombs to display , That veni , vidi , vici , is his way ; The shrinking bard adown an alley skulks , And dreads of Burns . 5.
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... reptile cries ; ' An ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . O LORD , when hunger pinches of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
... reptile cries ; ' An ' his heart is rank poison , ' Another replies . ON HIMSELF . HERE comes Burns On Rosinante ; She's d- poor , But he's d- canty ! GRACE BEFORE MEAT . O LORD , when hunger pinches of Burns . 71 EPITAPH ON WALTER S——. ...
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... come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my ...
... come speed , The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead . The day comes to me , but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me , but my rest it is gane : I wander my lane , like a night - troubled ghaist , And I sigh as my ...
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... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
... comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick — as he grew well , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh she brings ; And O , her een , they spak sic things ! Ha , ha , & c . Duncan was a lad o ...
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... Come ease , or come travail ; come pleasure or pain , My warst word is - Welcome , and welcome again ! ' MY NANNIES AWA . TUNE - ' THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And ...
... Come ease , or come travail ; come pleasure or pain , My warst word is - Welcome , and welcome again ! ' MY NANNIES AWA . TUNE - ' THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME . ' Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays , And ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flowers frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green grows bonie wi gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hills ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar rue grows bonie sang sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thro thyme TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Página 135 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Página 147 - Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed — never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And fondly sae did I o
Página 203 - But oh ! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary...
Página 131 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Página 69 - 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 stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit...
Página 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony 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.