The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 2Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... NIGHT ....... 41 42 43 45 THE JOLLY BEGGARS , A CANTATA DEATH AND DR . HORNBOOK , A TRUE STORY ......... THE KIRK'S ALARM , A SATIRE ... 50 68 79 THE TWA HERDS , OR THE HOLY TULZIE ......... ... 86 HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER ......... 92 ...
... NIGHT ....... 41 42 43 45 THE JOLLY BEGGARS , A CANTATA DEATH AND DR . HORNBOOK , A TRUE STORY ......... THE KIRK'S ALARM , A SATIRE ... 50 68 79 THE TWA HERDS , OR THE HOLY TULZIE ......... ... 86 HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER ......... 92 ...
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... NIGHT THE FIRST PSALM ...... 236 .......... 240 ............. 245 250 .......... 262 THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM .. 264 TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY ...... EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND TO A LOUSE ..... ......... ...... ...
... NIGHT THE FIRST PSALM ...... 236 .......... 240 ............. 245 250 .......... 262 THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM .. 264 TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY ...... EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND TO A LOUSE ..... ......... ...... ...
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... night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright Ayont the lough ; Ye , like a rash - bush , stood in sight , Wi ' waving sough . The cudgel in my nieve did shake , Each bristl'd THE POEMS OF ROBERT ...
... night , The stars shot down wi ' sklentin light , Wi ' you , mysel , I gat a fright Ayont the lough ; Ye , like a rash - bush , stood in sight , Wi ' waving sough . The cudgel in my nieve did shake , Each bristl'd THE POEMS OF ROBERT ...
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... night - the queerest - shaped cloud I ever saw ; and there was something terrible about it , for when it was close to me , I saw , as plain as I see you , a dark form within it , thrice the size of any earthly man . It was the Evil One ...
... night - the queerest - shaped cloud I ever saw ; and there was something terrible about it , for when it was close to me , I saw , as plain as I see you , a dark form within it , thrice the size of any earthly man . It was the Evil One ...
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... grand end of human life is to cultivate an intercourse with that Being to whom we owe life with every enjoyment that renders life delightful . ” A WINTER NIGHT . " Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er 44 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BUrns .
... grand end of human life is to cultivate an intercourse with that Being to whom we owe life with every enjoyment that renders life delightful . ” A WINTER NIGHT . " Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er 44 THE POEMS OF ROBERT BUrns .
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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