The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1870 - 612 страница |
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... flower 153 Wee , sleekit , cowerin ' , timorous beastie 155 What ails ye now , ye lousie b - ch ... What dost thou in that mansion fair ? 252 336 What needs this din about the town o ' Lon'on . 186 What of earls with whom you have supt ...
... flower 153 Wee , sleekit , cowerin ' , timorous beastie 155 What ails ye now , ye lousie b - ch ... What dost thou in that mansion fair ? 252 336 What needs this din about the town o ' Lon'on . 186 What of earls with whom you have supt ...
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... flowers were springing . 492 386 501 440 498 411 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face . It was the charming month o ' May . Jamie , come try me ..... Jeanie's bosom . Jockey's taen the parting kiss . John Anderson , my jo . John Barleycorn ...
... flowers were springing . 492 386 501 440 498 411 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie face . It was the charming month o ' May . Jamie , come try me ..... Jeanie's bosom . Jockey's taen the parting kiss . John Anderson , my jo . John Barleycorn ...
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... flowers 414 On Cessnock banks there lives a lass .. 499 On the battle of Sheriff - muir . 487 On the seas and far away 470 One night as I did wander 503 Open the door to me , O ... Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair Out - over the ...
... flowers 414 On Cessnock banks there lives a lass .. 499 On the battle of Sheriff - muir . 487 On the seas and far away 470 One night as I did wander 503 Open the door to me , O ... Our thistles flourish'd fresh and fair Out - over the ...
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... flowers were springing . If thou should ask my love I gaed a waefu ' gate yestreen 567 534 446 415 409 506 568 383 534 470 478 444 445 363 526 519 411 .... 562 495 492 542 354 I gaed up to Dunse 516 I had sax owsen in a pleugh 511 I hae ...
... flowers were springing . If thou should ask my love I gaed a waefu ' gate yestreen 567 534 446 415 409 506 568 383 534 470 478 444 445 363 526 519 411 .... 562 495 492 542 354 I gaed up to Dunse 516 I had sax owsen in a pleugh 511 I hae ...
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... flowers . 349 Now simmer blinks on flowery braes . 419 Now spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw . Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh cam ye here the ...
... flowers . 349 Now simmer blinks on flowery braes . 419 Now spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw . Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh cam ye here the ...
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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 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
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.
Страница 346 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...
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...
Страница 94 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...