The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Том 2Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 страница |
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... says , " There is scarcely any earthly object gives me more — I do not know if I should call it pleasure -but something which exalts me - something which enraptures me - than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood , or high plantation ...
... says , " There is scarcely any earthly object gives me more — I do not know if I should call it pleasure -but something which exalts me - something which enraptures me - than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood , or high plantation ...
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... says Gilbert , were pretty much as Robert has described them . He had partly , by way of frolic , bought a ewe and two lambs from a neighbour , and she was tethered in a field adjoining the house at Lochlea . He and I were going out ...
... says Gilbert , were pretty much as Robert has described them . He had partly , by way of frolic , bought a ewe and two lambs from a neighbour , and she was tethered in a field adjoining the house at Lochlea . He and I were going out ...
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... say't , she never brak a fence , Thro ' thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ...
... say't , she never brak a fence , Thro ' thievish greed . Our bardie , lanely , keeps the spence Sin ' Mailie's dead . Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to him , owre the knowe , For bits o ...
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... says , on his woes he has not spirit to move out of the house , and calls on his tuneful brethren who dwell on the Doon and the Ayr , to- " Join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed . " His earliest compositions appear to have been ...
... says , on his woes he has not spirit to move out of the house , and calls on his tuneful brethren who dwell on the Doon and the Ayr , to- " Join the melancholious croon O ' Robin's reed . " His earliest compositions appear to have been ...
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... say aught less wad wrang the cartes , And flatt'ry I detest ) , This life has joys for you and I ; And joys that riches ne'er could buy : And joys the very best . There's a ' the pleasures o ' the heart , The lover an ' the frien ' ; Ye ...
... say aught less wad wrang the cartes , And flatt'ry I detest ) , This life has joys for you and I ; And joys that riches ne'er could buy : And joys the very best . There's a ' the pleasures o ' the heart , The lover an ' the frien ' ; Ye ...
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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