The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 2Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTA- TION TO HIS AULD MARE MAGGIE To A HAGGIS ..... ............ A PRAYER UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT AN- 7 13 ....... 16 24 31 37 GUISH .......... A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH STANZAS ON THE ...
... AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTA- TION TO HIS AULD MARE MAGGIE To A HAGGIS ..... ............ A PRAYER UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT AN- 7 13 ....... 16 24 31 37 GUISH .......... A PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH STANZAS ON THE ...
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... Auld age ne'er mind a feg , The last o't , the warst o't , Is only but to beg . III . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en When banes are craz'd , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtless , great distress ! Yet then content could make us blest ...
... Auld age ne'er mind a feg , The last o't , the warst o't , Is only but to beg . III . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en When banes are craz'd , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtless , great distress ! Yet then content could make us blest ...
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... Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Closed under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies be ; I ...
... Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Closed under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies be ; I ...
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... auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way Wi ' eldritch croon . When twilight did my Graunie summon , Το say her prayers , douce , honest woman ! Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ...
... auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way Wi ' eldritch croon . When twilight did my Graunie summon , Το say her prayers , douce , honest woman ! Aft yont the dyke she's heard you bummin , Wi ...
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... , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant , flow'ry sward , In shady bow'r : Then you , ye auld , snic - drawing dog THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 27.
... , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant , flow'ry sward , In shady bow'r : Then you , ye auld , snic - drawing dog THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 27.
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Aiken aith amang ance auld baith bard blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw brunstane Burns canna cauld chiel dear deil dinna e'en e'er epistle Ev'n ev'ry fair faith frae gaun Gavin Hamilton gien gies grace gude guid Halloween hame Hamilton haud hear heart heaven holy honest honour humble ither John Highlandman Kilmarnock laird lasses Mailie Mauchline maun monie Mossgiel mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre owre the sea pleasure plough poem Poet Poet's poetic poison'd poor pow'r rhyme ROBERT BURNS rustic Samson's dead says Scotland sing skelpin song sweet ta'en Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's thou thought thro tune unco verse weary weel whare Whyles Willie winna Ye'll ye're
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Страница 278 - O, wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us an' foolish notion: what airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, and ev'n Devotion!
Страница 257 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing' That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, 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.
Страница 255 - 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.
Страница 146 - 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.
Страница 267 - 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.
Страница 228 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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.
Страница 255 - 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 !
Страница 258 - And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Страница 338 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear. He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Страница 175 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o