Poetical works ... chronologically arranged, Том 11885 |
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... O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd : But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , A ' my flowery bliss destroy'd . Tho ' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me- She promis'd fair ...
... O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoy'd : But lang or noon , loud tempests storming , A ' my flowery bliss destroy'd . Tho ' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me- She promis'd fair ...
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... o'er to ruin . Oh ! but for friends and interposing Heaven , I had been driven forth like you forlorn , The most detested , worthless wretch among you ! O injured God ! Thy goodness has endow'd me With talents passing most of my ...
... o'er to ruin . Oh ! but for friends and interposing Heaven , I had been driven forth like you forlorn , The most detested , worthless wretch among you ! O injured God ! Thy goodness has endow'd me With talents passing most of my ...
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... o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy ; I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy . Were I a Baron proud and high , And horse and servants waiting ready ; Then a ' ' twad ...
... o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy ; I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy . Were I a Baron proud and high , And horse and servants waiting ready ; Then a ' ' twad ...
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... o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever so braw , man . My coat and my vest , they are Scotch o ' the best , O ' pairs o ' guid breeks I hae twa , man ; And stockings ...
... o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever so braw , man . My coat and my vest , they are Scotch o ' the best , O ' pairs o ' guid breeks I hae twa , man ; And stockings ...
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... o'er the lawn ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And drinks the stream with vigour fresh ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's spotless ...
... o'er the lawn ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And drinks the stream with vigour fresh ; An ' she has twa sparkling rogueish een . She's spotless ...
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Amang auld baith Ballochmyle bard blest bonie lass braw brunstane Burns canna cauld Cessnock charms dear death deil dinna e'en e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair faith Farewell fear Findlay frae Gavin Hamilton gies grace guid hae seen hame heart Heaven herds Highland holy honest honor ither Jean John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Kilmarnock volume kirk laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony Mossgiel muckle muse nae mair naething ne'er Netherplace never night o'er plough poem poet poet's poison'd poor pow'r pride rantin rhyme rigs ROBERT BURNS Scotland sing skelpin song stanza sweet taen Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's thou thro twa sparkling rogueish unco verse warl weary weel Whitefoord Whyles WILLIAM SIMSON Willie winna Ye'll ye're young
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Страница 147 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Страница 147 - 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? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Страница 125 - The best laid schemes o mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, Och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Страница 150 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! 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 224 - 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 40 - An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, O : The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Страница 151 - Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd under hatches, Spairges about the brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, Ev'n to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An
Страница 66 - It's no in makin muckle, mair ; It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If Happiness hae not her seat 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.
Страница 65 - Yet nature's charms, the hills and woods, The sweeping vales and foaming floods, Are free alike to all. In days when daisies deck the ground, And blackbirds whistle clear, With honest joy our hearts will bound, To see the coming year: On braes when we please, then, We'll sit an' sowth a tune; Syne rhyme till't, we'll time till't, And sing't when we hae done.