The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1844 - 575 Seiten |
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... Written for Neal's Saturday G WILT THOU LOVE HER STILL Wilt thou love her still , as thou lovest now , When her beauty has faded away ? Wilt thou cherish her then , as a priceless gena And love as thou lovest to - day ? How few are the ...
... Written for Neal's Saturday G WILT THOU LOVE HER STILL Wilt thou love her still , as thou lovest now , When her beauty has faded away ? Wilt thou cherish her then , as a priceless gena And love as thou lovest to - day ? How few are the ...
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... written January 25 , 1793 , the birth - day of the Author • Verses on seeing a wounded hare limp by me , which a fellow had just shot at ib . The Auld Farmer's New - Year morning salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie The Death and dying ...
... written January 25 , 1793 , the birth - day of the Author • Verses on seeing a wounded hare limp by me , which a fellow had just shot at ib . The Auld Farmer's New - Year morning salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie The Death and dying ...
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... written with a pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers , near Loch - Ness • Lines written with a pencil , over the chimney- piece , in the parlour of an inn at Kenmore , Taymouth • Inscription for an altar to Independence On Pastoral ...
... written with a pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers , near Loch - Ness • Lines written with a pencil , over the chimney- piece , in the parlour of an inn at Kenmore , Taymouth • Inscription for an altar to Independence On Pastoral ...
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... written when the Author was about to leave his native country Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith To John Lapraik , an old Scottish ...
... written when the Author was about to leave his native country Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith To John Lapraik , an old Scottish ...
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... written on the Windows of the Globe Tavern , Dumfries Epigram on Captain Grose Extempore , in answer to an ... written on a glass tumbler , and pre- sented to Miss Jessy Lewars Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars On her Recovery To the Same ...
... written on the Windows of the Globe Tavern , Dumfries Epigram on Captain Grose Extempore , in answer to an ... written on a glass tumbler , and pre- sented to Miss Jessy Lewars Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars On her Recovery To the Same ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Caledonia canna cauld charms CHORUS dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flowers frae glen hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Kilmarnock lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow soul sparklin sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thou hast thro Tune.-The verses wander weary weel Whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Seite 285 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Seite 81 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Seite 281 - 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 ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Seite 31 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How...
Seite 525 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Seite 319 - 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 32 - While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Seite 19 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Seite 249 - 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
Seite 29 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...