The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing His Poems, Songs, and CorrespondencePhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 542 страница |
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... O'er the Water to Charlie A Rosebud by my early walk Rattlin ' , roarin ' Willie • Where braving angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar · 216 Bonnie Castle Gordon 217 My Harry was a gallant gay · 217 217 218 . 218 219 The Tailor fell ...
... O'er the Water to Charlie A Rosebud by my early walk Rattlin ' , roarin ' Willie • Where braving angry Winter's Storms Tibbie Dunbar · 216 Bonnie Castle Gordon 217 My Harry was a gallant gay · 217 217 218 . 218 219 The Tailor fell ...
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... o'er my Daddie Young Jockey was the blithest lad 241 She's fair and fause • O Willie brewed a peck o ' maut 241 The Deil cam ' fiddling thro ' the town The braes o ' Killiecrankie , O 241 The lovely Lass of Inverness • I gaed a waefu ...
... o'er my Daddie Young Jockey was the blithest lad 241 She's fair and fause • O Willie brewed a peck o ' maut 241 The Deil cam ' fiddling thro ' the town The braes o ' Killiecrankie , O 241 The lovely Lass of Inverness • I gaed a waefu ...
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... o'er your debtor , For your auld - farrent , frien'ly letter ; Tho ' I maun say't , I doubt ye flatter , Ye speak sae fair . For my puir , silly , rhymin clatter Some less maun sair . Hale be your heart , hale be your fiddle ; Lang may ...
... o'er your debtor , For your auld - farrent , frien'ly letter ; Tho ' I maun say't , I doubt ye flatter , Ye speak sae fair . For my puir , silly , rhymin clatter Some less maun sair . Hale be your heart , hale be your fiddle ; Lang may ...
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... o'er his French ragout , Or olio that wad staw a sow , Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi ' perfect sconner , Looks down wi ' sneering , scornfu ' view On sic a dinner ? Poor devil ! see him owre his trash , As feckless as a wither'd rash ...
... o'er his French ragout , Or olio that wad staw a sow , Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi ' perfect sconner , Looks down wi ' sneering , scornfu ' view On sic a dinner ? Poor devil ! see him owre his trash , As feckless as a wither'd rash ...
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... o'er a land ! Even in the peaceful rural vale , Truth , weeping , tells the mournful tale , How pamper'd luxury , flattery by her side , The parasite empoisoning her ear , With all the servile wretches in the rear , Looks o'er proud ...
... o'er a land ! Even in the peaceful rural vale , Truth , weeping , tells the mournful tale , How pamper'd luxury , flattery by her side , The parasite empoisoning her ear , With all the servile wretches in the rear , Looks o'er proud ...
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amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns cauld charms composed dear Sir dearie death deil Dumfries Dunlop e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland ev'ry fair Fintray frae Gavin Hamilton grace hame hand happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble ilka Jacobite John Kilmarnock laddie lady laird lass lassie letter lo'es Lord Mauchline maun mind mony morning Mossgiel muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poor pride rhyme Robert Burns says Scotland Scots Scottish sing song soul stanzas strain sweet syne tears tell thee There's Thomson thou thought thro Tune verses weary weel whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
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Страница 117 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content ! And, 0 ! may heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile I Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their
Страница 345 - kindly stepped in, and carried him away, to where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest ! It is during the time that we lived on this farm that my little story is most eventful. I was, at the beginning of this period, perhaps, the most ungainly awkward boy in the parish—no
Страница 236 - John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And many 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. LXXXI. OUR THRISSLES FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR. Tune—
Страница 262 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : 'And I will luve thee still, my dear, 'Till a' the seas gang dry. 'Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : I will luve thee still, my dear, While the
Страница 116 - when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale." x. Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth T Curse on his
Страница 236 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe— My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of
Страница 284 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By our sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow !— Let us do or die ! CCVII.
Страница 284 - Wha can fill a coward's grave Î 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 1 By oppression's woes and pains ! By our sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall
Страница 273 - 0' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu
Страница 116 - Curse on his perj ur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd Î Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the -parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild ? XI. But now the supper crowns their simple board, The halesome parritch, chief