Poems, Songs and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan, 1893 - 636 страница |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 97
Страница lix
... er to Charlie ' The Heather was blooming Braw Lads of Galla Water Wae is my Heart . Coming through the Rye ' Eppie M Nab The Lass of Ecclefechan The Slave's Lament . Had I the Wyte . An , O ! my Eppie Gudeen to you , Kimmer O that I had ne' ...
... er to Charlie ' The Heather was blooming Braw Lads of Galla Water Wae is my Heart . Coming through the Rye ' Eppie M Nab The Lass of Ecclefechan The Slave's Lament . Had I the Wyte . An , O ! my Eppie Gudeen to you , Kimmer O that I had ne' ...
Страница 5
... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ...
... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ...
Страница 10
... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stoup as toom's a whissle An ' damn'd Excisemen in a ...
... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stoup as toom's a whissle An ' damn'd Excisemen in a ...
Страница 32
... Ne'er mair to rise . When Masons ' mystic word an ' grip , In storms an ' tempests raise you up , Some cock or cat your rage maun stop , Or , strange to tell ! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell . Lang syne , in ...
... Ne'er mair to rise . When Masons ' mystic word an ' grip , In storms an ' tempests raise you up , Some cock or cat your rage maun stop , Or , strange to tell ! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell . Lang syne , in ...
Страница 33
... ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell , Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! ' And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath I lea'e my blessin wi ' you baith : An ' when you think upo ...
... ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell , Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! ' And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath I lea'e my blessin wi ' you baith : An ' when you think upo ...
Садржај
30 | |
36 | |
42 | |
48 | |
53 | |
57 | |
59 | |
60 | |
61 | |
64 | |
65 | |
66 | |
71 | |
85 | |
91 | |
95 | |
97 | |
101 | |
103 | |
105 | |
107 | |
109 | |
110 | |
115 | |
121 | |
128 | |
134 | |
140 | |
232 | |
238 | |
240 | |
266 | |
275 | |
281 | |
299 | |
304 | |
320 | |
347 | |
363 | |
370 | |
395 | |
404 | |
493 | |
539 | |
547 | |
588 | |
589 | |
592 | |
598 | |
602 | |
609 | |
610 | |
629 | |
630 | |
631 | |
632 | |
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
amang auld Ayrshire Bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns canna cauld charms Clarinda DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre frae Gavin Hamilton grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE unco verses weary weel whyles wife wild William Burnes Willie wish wretch ye'll ye're young