The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns,: Arranged in the Order of Their Earliest Publication, Том 1James M'Kie., 1871 |
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... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk .— ( P . 6 , V. I. ) MONDAY , 1ST JAN . - Verses to Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems .- ( P . 178 , Vol . I. ) SUNDAY , 7TH JAN .- " To tell the truth , I feel a miserable blank in my heart with ...
... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk .— ( P . 6 , V. I. ) MONDAY , 1ST JAN . - Verses to Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems .- ( P . 178 , Vol . I. ) SUNDAY , 7TH JAN .- " To tell the truth , I feel a miserable blank in my heart with ...
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... ne'er sae sweet as the mirk night o ' December . - See p . 28 , Vol . II . ] SONG : Ae fond kiss , and then we sever .- ( Page 294 , Vol . I. ) SONG : Behold the hour , the boat arrive .- ( Page 95 , Vol . II . ) DEC . 17 , 1791 ...
... ne'er sae sweet as the mirk night o ' December . - See p . 28 , Vol . II . ] SONG : Ae fond kiss , and then we sever .- ( Page 294 , Vol . I. ) SONG : Behold the hour , the boat arrive .- ( Page 95 , Vol . II . ) DEC . 17 , 1791 ...
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... 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 . L - d 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 . L - d man , were ...
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... 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 greetan owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle ; An ' d - mn'd Excise - men ...
... 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 greetan owre her thrissle ; Her mutchkin stowp as toom's a whissle ; An ' d - mn'd Excise - men ...
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... ne'er envies , But blythe an ' frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While Fragrance blooms an ' Beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
... ne'er envies , But blythe an ' frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While Fragrance blooms an ' Beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
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Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy blythe bonie bosom braes braw Burns charms CHORUS Clarinda composed dear death Dumfries Dunlop e'er Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh edition Ellisland Epistle Eppie Ev'n ev'ry fair farewell farm frae Gavin Hamilton George Thomson gude hame heart Highland honest Jean John Kilmarnock lady lass lassie letter lyric Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel Muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre Peggy pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r present reference rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS says Scotch Scotland Shanter sing song stanzas Stenhouse sweet Tarbolton tell thee Thomson thou thro unco verses weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wife Willie wind words ye'll ye're young
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Страница 88 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 70 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Страница 70 - 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. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Страница 89 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Страница 67 - Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye : The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi* joy.
Страница 311 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Страница 69 - 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 351 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Страница 85 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Страница 67 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.