The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 páginas |
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... . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy with sad repentance dwells ; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast , And deal from iron hands the spare repast ; Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , 4 The Poems.
... . FROM those drear solitudes and frowzy cells , Where infamy with sad repentance dwells ; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast , And deal from iron hands the spare repast ; Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , 4 The Poems.
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Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , Blush at the curious stranger peeping in ; Where strumpets , relics of the drunken roar , Resolve to drink , nay , half to whore , no more ; Where tiny thieves ...
Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. Where truant ' prentices , yet young in sin , Blush at the curious stranger peeping in ; Where strumpets , relics of the drunken roar , Resolve to drink , nay , half to whore , no more ; Where tiny thieves ...
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... young dogs , swinge them to the labour ! Let wark an ' hunger mak ' them sober ! The hizzies , if they're aughtlins fawsont , Let them in Drury - lane be lesson'd ! An ' if the wives an ' dirty brats E'en thigger at your doors an ...
... young dogs , swinge them to the labour ! Let wark an ' hunger mak ' them sober ! The hizzies , if they're aughtlins fawsont , Let them in Drury - lane be lesson'd ! An ' if the wives an ' dirty brats E'en thigger at your doors an ...
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... young , the innocent , who fondly lov'd us , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the ...
... young , the innocent , who fondly lov'd us , Nay , more , that very love their cause of ruin ! O burning hell ! in all thy store of torments , There's not a keener lash ! Lives there a man so firm , who , while his heart Feels all the ...
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... young flow'rs , From mildews of abortion ; And lo ! the Bard , a great reward , Has got a double portion ! Auld , cantie Coil may count the day , As annual it returns , The third of Libra's equal sway , That gave another Burns , With ...
... young flow'rs , From mildews of abortion ; And lo ! the Bard , a great reward , Has got a double portion ! Auld , cantie Coil may count the day , As annual it returns , The third of Libra's equal sway , That gave another Burns , With ...
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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 246 - O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Página 164 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands...
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.