The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 100
Страница 8
... heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O ...
... heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O ...
Страница 15
... Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the scathe an ' banter We're forced to thole . Hale be your heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! of Burns . 15 As through the cliffs he sank him down- ...
... Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the scathe an ' banter We're forced to thole . Hale be your heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! of Burns . 15 As through the cliffs he sank him down- ...
Страница 16
... heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray - hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven ...
... heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray - hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven ...
Страница 28
... heart's like a child , And your life like the new - driven snaw , Yet that winna save ye , Old Satan must have ye ... hearts are the stuff , Will be powder enough , And your skulls are a storehouse of lead , And Calvin's sons , your ...
... heart's like a child , And your life like the new - driven snaw , Yet that winna save ye , Old Satan must have ye ... hearts are the stuff , Will be powder enough , And your skulls are a storehouse of lead , And Calvin's sons , your ...
Страница 33
... heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But Jessy's lovely hand in mine , A mutual faith to plight , Not ev'n to view the Heavenly choir , Would be so blest a sight . EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , 2 . D of Burns . 33 ON ...
... heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But Jessy's lovely hand in mine , A mutual faith to plight , Not ev'n to view the Heavenly choir , Would be so blest a sight . EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , 2 . D of Burns . 33 ON ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
Популарни одломци
Страница 206 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Страница 207 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Страница 135 - JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Страница 202 - 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...
Страница 135 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony 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.
Страница 130 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Страница 204 - 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...