The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1870 - 612 страница |
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... Amang the trees where humming bees 505 480 502 Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December . An ' O ! my Eppie .... 485 544 Anna , thy charms my bosom fire .. 352 A rosebud by my early walk . 422 A ' the lads o ' Thornie - bank . 558 ...
... Amang the trees where humming bees 505 480 502 Ance mair I hail thee , thou gloomy December . An ' O ! my Eppie .... 485 544 Anna , thy charms my bosom fire .. 352 A rosebud by my early walk . 422 A ' the lads o ' Thornie - bank . 558 ...
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... Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle ! With careless step I onward strayed , My heart rejoiced in nature's joy , When , musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanced to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's ...
... Amang the braes o ' Ballochmyle ! With careless step I onward strayed , My heart rejoiced in nature's joy , When , musing in a lonely glade , A maiden fair I chanced to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like nature's ...
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... amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi ' lades ' o ' treasure , The minutes wing'd their way wi ' pleasure ; Kings may be blest , but Tam was glorious , O'er a ' the ills o ' life victorious . But pleasures are like poppies spread , You ...
... amang the nappy ; As bees flee hame wi ' lades ' o ' treasure , The minutes wing'd their way wi ' pleasure ; Kings may be blest , but Tam was glorious , O'er a ' the ills o ' life victorious . But pleasures are like poppies spread , You ...
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... amang the farmers roun ' ; Some ca ' the pleugh , some herd , some tentie2 rin A cannie errand to a neebor town ; Their eldest hope , their Jenny , woman grown , In youthfu ' bloom , love sparkling in her e'e , Comes hame , perhaps , to ...
... amang the farmers roun ' ; Some ca ' the pleugh , some herd , some tentie2 rin A cannie errand to a neebor town ; Their eldest hope , their Jenny , woman grown , In youthfu ' bloom , love sparkling in her e'e , Comes hame , perhaps , to ...
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... Amang the rocks an ' streams , To sport that night . Amang the bonnie winding banks , Where Doon rins , wimplin ' , clear , Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks And shook the Carrick ' spear , Some merry , friendly , countra folks ...
... Amang the rocks an ' streams , To sport that night . Amang the bonnie winding banks , Where Doon rins , wimplin ' , clear , Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks And shook the Carrick ' spear , Some merry , friendly , countra folks ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland fair fame Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae gien glen grace hame heart Heaven Highland honest honor ilka lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun mind monie morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul sweet Syne taen tears tell thee There's thro TUNE-The unco verses wander weary weel whistle Whyles wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Страница 109 - 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 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
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Страница 109 - When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul, And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol.
Страница 401 - O' 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 Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 137 - Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys, And lonely stalk, To vent thy bosom's swelling rise In pensive walk. "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's maddening play Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was...
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