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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... Bard presented her , ......... 155 Verses written on the blank Leaf of a Copy of his Poems , presented to an old Sweetheart , then married ,. To J. S **** ,. .... 156 156 Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet ,. To the Same ,. Epistle to J ...
... Bard presented her , ......... 155 Verses written on the blank Leaf of a Copy of his Poems , presented to an old Sweetheart , then married ,. To J. S **** ,. .... 156 156 Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet ,. To the Same ,. Epistle to J ...
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... Bard , gone to the West Indies ,. On Pastoral Poetry , .... Year - Day Evening , .. 360 364 365 367 Prologue , spoken at the Theatre , Ellisland , on New- Prologue , spoken by Mr. Woods , on his Benefit - night , 371 ..... 369 Page The ...
... Bard , gone to the West Indies ,. On Pastoral Poetry , .... Year - Day Evening , .. 360 364 365 367 Prologue , spoken at the Theatre , Ellisland , on New- Prologue , spoken by Mr. Woods , on his Benefit - night , 371 ..... 369 Page The ...
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... bard , or whatever he is , a share of his good wishes , beyond , perhaps , any one at the table ; yet how will it mortify him to see a fellow , whose abilities would scarcely have made an eight - penny tailor , and whose heart ― is not ...
... bard , or whatever he is , a share of his good wishes , beyond , perhaps , any one at the table ; yet how will it mortify him to see a fellow , whose abilities would scarcely have made an eight - penny tailor , and whose heart ― is not ...
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... bard of nature's making can only take the pas of him . He has a heart , not of the very finest water , but far from being an ordinary one . In short , he is truly a worthy and most respectable character . " The respect and sympathy of ...
... bard of nature's making can only take the pas of him . He has a heart , not of the very finest water , but far from being an ordinary one . In short , he is truly a worthy and most respectable character . " The respect and sympathy of ...
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... bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Ferguson's memory - tribute I wish to have the honor of paying . I petition you , then , gentlemen , to permit me to lay a simple stone over his revered ashes , to remain unalienable ...
... bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Ferguson's memory - tribute I wish to have the honor of paying . I petition you , then , gentlemen , to permit me to lay a simple stone over his revered ashes , to remain unalienable ...
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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...