The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1870 - 612 страница |
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... leave his native country 213 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn . Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord .. Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots .... V Epistles to James Smith EPISTLES . To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard .. To the same ...
... leave his native country 213 Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn . Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord .. Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots .... V Epistles to James Smith EPISTLES . To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard .. To the same ...
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... leaves . 609 " Tis Friendship's pledge , my young fair friend 283 To Crochallan came .. 338 ' Twas in that place o ... leave the street 92 When chill November's surly blast .. 203 When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er .. 330 While at ...
... leaves . 609 " Tis Friendship's pledge , my young fair friend 283 To Crochallan came .. 338 ' Twas in that place o ... leave the street 92 When chill November's surly blast .. 203 When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er .. 330 While at ...
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... leave this earthly scene ? Why , ye tenants of the lake ... PAGE 576 593 329 344 602 198 156 249 611 124 342 332 335 335 611 219 Wow , but your letter made me vauntie !. Ye hypocrites ! are these your pranks ?. Ye Irish lords , ye ...
... leave this earthly scene ? Why , ye tenants of the lake ... PAGE 576 593 329 344 602 198 156 249 611 124 342 332 335 335 611 219 Wow , but your letter made me vauntie !. Ye hypocrites ! are these your pranks ?. Ye Irish lords , ye ...
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... leave me thus , my Katy ?. ✓ Captain Grose Clarinda ( To ) on her leaving Edinburgh . Cock up your beaver .. Come boat me o'er to Charlie Come down the back stairs Come , let me take thee to my breast . Coming through the rye ...
... leave me thus , my Katy ?. ✓ Captain Grose Clarinda ( To ) on her leaving Edinburgh . Cock up your beaver .. Come boat me o'er to Charlie Come down the back stairs Come , let me take thee to my breast . Coming through the rye ...
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... leave novels , ye Mauchline belles . Oh let me in this ae night Her answer ... Oh Mally's meek , Mally's sweet .. Oh once I loved a bonnie lass .. Oh that I had ne'er been married Oh wat you wha's in yon town Oh were I on Parnassus ...
... leave novels , ye Mauchline belles . Oh let me in this ae night Her answer ... Oh Mally's meek , Mally's sweet .. Oh once I loved a bonnie lass .. Oh that I had ne'er been married Oh wat you wha's in yon town Oh were I on Parnassus ...
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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...