Poetical works ... chronologically arranged, Том 11885 |
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... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter Song - O Leave Novels ! The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 47 48 50 52 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment The Belles of Mauchline 53 do . Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked ...
... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter Song - O Leave Novels ! The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 47 48 50 52 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment The Belles of Mauchline 53 do . Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked ...
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... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter 50 Song - O Leave Novels ! 52 The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment 53 The Belles of Mauchline 54 Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic 54 Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter 50 Song - O Leave Novels ! 52 The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 53 * My Girl she's airy : A Fragment 53 The Belles of Mauchline 54 Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic 54 Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
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... Poet , who , with all the advantages of learned art , and perhaps amid the elegancies and idlenesses of upper life , looks down for a rural theme , with an eye to Theocrites or Virgil . To the Author of this , these and other celebrated ...
... Poet , who , with all the advantages of learned art , and perhaps amid the elegancies and idlenesses of upper life , looks down for a rural theme , with an eye to Theocrites or Virgil . To the Author of this , these and other celebrated ...
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... Poet * - whose divine Elegies do honor to our language , our nation , and our species - that ' Humility has ... poetic abilities , otherwise his publishing in the manner he has done , would be a manoeuvre below the worst character which ...
... Poet * - whose divine Elegies do honor to our language , our nation , and our species - that ' Humility has ... poetic abilities , otherwise his publishing in the manner he has done , would be a manoeuvre below the worst character which ...
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Robert Burns. tensions . These two justly admired Scotch Poets he has often had in his eye in the following pieces ... poetic bosom - to be distinguished . He begs his readers , particularly the Learned and the Polite , who may honor ...
Robert Burns. tensions . These two justly admired Scotch Poets he has often had in his eye in the following pieces ... poetic bosom - to be distinguished . He begs his readers , particularly the Learned and the Polite , who may honor ...
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Amang auld bard Beneath better bonie Burns called charms dear death died doubt draw drink e'er Ev'n ev'ry face fair faith fear fire Fortune frae give grace guid Hamilton hand head hear heart Highland holy honest honor hope hour I'll John kind lasses leave light live Lord mair Mary Mauchline maun meet mind mony muse ne'er never night o'er owre perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's poor present pride rhyme round seen sing song stand stanza strong sweet tell thee There's thou thought thro Till unco weary weel Whyles wild Ye'll ye're young
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Страница 125 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
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.