The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Том 2Macmillan, 1865 - 445 страница |
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... stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd , much honour'd name , ( For none that knew him need be told ) A warmer heart death ne'er made cold . EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON , ESQ . THE poor man F 2 of Burns . 67 EPITAPH ON A NOISY POLEMIC. ...
... stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd , much honour'd name , ( For none that knew him need be told ) A warmer heart death ne'er made cold . EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON , ESQ . THE poor man F 2 of Burns . 67 EPITAPH ON A NOISY POLEMIC. ...
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Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON , ESQ . THE poor man weeps - here Gavin sleeps , Whom canting wretches blam'd : But with such as he , where'er he be , May I be sav'd or damn'd ! A BARD'S EPITAPH . Is there a ...
Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON , ESQ . THE poor man weeps - here Gavin sleeps , Whom canting wretches blam'd : But with such as he , where'er he be , May I be sav'd or damn'd ! A BARD'S EPITAPH . Is there a ...
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Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. APPENDIX . THE following Elegy , Extempore Verses to Gavin Hamilton and Versicles on Signposts , now for the first time published , are extracted , it is supposed , from the copy of his Common- place Book ...
Robert Burns, Alexander Smith. APPENDIX . THE following Elegy , Extempore Verses to Gavin Hamilton and Versicles on Signposts , now for the first time published , are extracted , it is supposed , from the copy of his Common- place Book ...
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... Gavin Hamilton are as certainly Burns's as is Death and Dr. Hornbook , or the Address to the Deil . The dialect , the turn of phrase , the glittering surface of sarcasm , with the strong under - current of sense , and the peculiar off ...
... Gavin Hamilton are as certainly Burns's as is Death and Dr. Hornbook , or the Address to the Deil . The dialect , the turn of phrase , the glittering surface of sarcasm , with the strong under - current of sense , and the peculiar off ...
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... GAVIN HAMILTON . To you , Sir , this summons I've sent , Pray whip till the pownie is fraething ; But if you demand what I want , I honestly answer you , naething . Ne'er scorn a poor Poet like me , For idly just living and breathing ...
... GAVIN HAMILTON . To you , Sir , this summons I've sent , Pray whip till the pownie is fraething ; But if you demand what I want , I honestly answer you , naething . Ne'er scorn a poor Poet like me , For idly just living and breathing ...
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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 flowers frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hills 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 rue grows bonie sang sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Страница 135 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; 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 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 147 - Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed — never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And fondly sae did I o
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Страница 69 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit...
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.