The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition : Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 524 страница |
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... Ev'n wi ' a tinker - gipsey's messin : At kirk or market , mill or smiddie , Nae tauted tyke , tho ' e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' hin The tither was a ploughman's ...
... Ev'n wi ' a tinker - gipsey's messin : At kirk or market , mill or smiddie , Nae tauted tyke , tho ' e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' hin The tither was a ploughman's ...
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... ev'n down want o ' wark are curst . They loiter , lounging , lank , and lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneasy ; Their days insipid , dull , an ' tasteless ; Their nights unquiet , lang , and restless : An ' e'en their sports ...
... ev'n down want o ' wark are curst . They loiter , lounging , lank , and lazy ; Tho ' deil haet ails them , yet uneasy ; Their days insipid , dull , an ' tasteless ; Their nights unquiet , lang , and restless : An ' e'en their sports ...
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... ev'n his matchless hand with finer touch inspir'd No guess could tell what instrument appear'd , But all the soul of Music's self was heard ; Harmonious concert rung in every part , While simple melody pour'd moving on the heart . The ...
... ev'n his matchless hand with finer touch inspir'd No guess could tell what instrument appear'd , But all the soul of Music's self was heard ; Harmonious concert rung in every part , While simple melody pour'd moving on the heart . The ...
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... ev'n turn'd on empty space , Beam'd keen with honor . Down flow'd her robe , a Tartan sheen , Till half a leg was scrimply seen ; And such a leg ! my bonie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight and clean , Nane else ...
... ev'n turn'd on empty space , Beam'd keen with honor . Down flow'd her robe , a Tartan sheen , Till half a leg was scrimply seen ; And such a leg ! my bonie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight and clean , Nane else ...
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... may dare a lifted eye to Thee , Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow , Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong 8 * BURNS'S POEMS . 89 69 Stanzas, on the same Occasion,
... may dare a lifted eye to Thee , Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow , Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong 8 * BURNS'S POEMS . 89 69 Stanzas, on the same Occasion,
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns cauld charms CHORUS claut dear dearie death Deil dimin Dumfries e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flower frae gien glen grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n Highland honest ilka ither John Barleycorn lassie Lord Mauchline maun monie morn mourn Muse muslin nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet Syne taen 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 316 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 81 - 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!
Страница 126 - 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 80 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Страница 417 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Страница 164 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Страница 127 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Страница 77 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...
Страница 100 - 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 though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Страница 446 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...