The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and a Criticism on His Writings; to which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Том 3F. Lucas, jun. and J. Cushing, 1815 |
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... Fair , Death and Dr. Hornbook , == 11 17 24 The Brigs of Ayr , 30 The Ordination , 37 The Calf , 41 Address to the Deil , 42 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , 46 Poor Mailie's Elegy , 48 To J. S **** , 49 A Dream , 54 The ...
... Fair , Death and Dr. Hornbook , == 11 17 24 The Brigs of Ayr , 30 The Ordination , 37 The Calf , 41 Address to the Deil , 42 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , 46 Poor Mailie's Elegy , 48 To J. S **** , 49 A Dream , 54 The ...
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... Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face , 125 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped , 256 Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , 252 Friend of the poet , tried and leal , From thee , Eliza , I must go , 283 162 • Gane is the day ...
... Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face , 125 Fate gave the word , the arrow sped , 256 Flow gently , sweet Afton , among thy green braes , 252 Friend of the poet , tried and leal , From thee , Eliza , I must go , 283 162 • Gane is the day ...
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... my Peggy's form , 289 Nae gentle dames , tho ' e'er so fair , " 278 No churchman am I for to rail and to write , 163 No more of your guests , be they titl'd or not , 281 No more , ye warblers of the wood , no xii INDEX .
... my Peggy's form , 289 Nae gentle dames , tho ' e'er so fair , " 278 No churchman am I for to rail and to write , 163 No more of your guests , be they titl'd or not , 281 No more , ye warblers of the wood , no xii INDEX .
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... fair and fause that causes my smart , 252 Sing on , sweet thrush , upon the leafless bough , 281 Sir , as your mandate did request , Some books are lies frae end to end , Stay , my charmer , can you leave me ? Stop , passenger ! my ...
... fair and fause that causes my smart , 252 Sing on , sweet thrush , upon the leafless bough , 281 Sir , as your mandate did request , Some books are lies frae end to end , Stay , my charmer , can you leave me ? Stop , passenger ! my ...
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... fair , 188 264 149 30 253 59 237 176 101 245 226 280 This day , Time winds the exhausted chain , Thou of an independent mind , 271 273 Thou whom chance may hither lead , 165 Thou , who thy honour as thy God rever'st , ***** To ...
... fair , 188 264 149 30 253 59 237 176 101 245 226 280 This day , Time winds the exhausted chain , Thou of an independent mind , 271 273 Thou whom chance may hither lead , 165 Thou , who thy honour as thy God rever'st , ***** To ...
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aith amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest blythe bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw Brig bright brunstane burn charms claut dear death deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs frae gang gies glen grace guid hame heart Heav'n Highland honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses lassie luve maun mony morn mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead scene Scotland sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet Syne tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro Tune unco weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Страница 105 - 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 104 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How his first followers and servants sped — The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.
Страница 256 - MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June : O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
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Страница 182 - And win the keystane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the keystane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tarn wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Страница 111 - mid renewing storms. Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ; Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms ; I tremble to approach an angry God, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, Forgive my foul offence...
Страница 182 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!