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... thoughts . " In such a season , " he said , " just after a train of misfortunes , I composed Winter , a Dirge . " ] THE wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain does blaw ; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding ...
... thoughts . " In such a season , " he said , " just after a train of misfortunes , I composed Winter , a Dirge . " ] THE wintry west extends his blast , And hail and rain does blaw ; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding ...
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... thought , nae view , nae scheme o ' livin ' , Nae cares to gie us joy or grievin ' ; But just the pouchie put the nieve in , An ' while ought's there , Then hiltie skiltie , we gae scrievin ' , An ' fash nae mair . Leeze me on rhyme ...
... thought , nae view , nae scheme o ' livin ' , Nae cares to gie us joy or grievin ' ; But just the pouchie put the nieve in , An ' while ought's there , Then hiltie skiltie , we gae scrievin ' , An ' fash nae mair . Leeze me on rhyme ...
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... thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken- Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! THE AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE MAGGIE , ON GIVING HER THE ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF ...
... thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken- Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! THE AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE MAGGIE , ON GIVING HER THE ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF ...
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... thought We wad be beat ! Yet here to crazy age we're brought , Wi ' something yet . And think na , my auld , trusty servan ' , That now perhaps thou's less deservin , An ' thy auld days may end in starvin , For my last fow , A heapit ...
... thought We wad be beat ! Yet here to crazy age we're brought , Wi ' something yet . And think na , my auld , trusty servan ' , That now perhaps thou's less deservin , An ' thy auld days may end in starvin , For my last fow , A heapit ...
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... thought me on the ourie cattle , Or silly sheep , wha bide this brattle O ' winter war , And through the drift ... thoughts , a pensive train , Rose in my soul , When on my ear this plaintive strain Slow , solemn , stole : - " Blow ...
... thought me on the ourie cattle , Or silly sheep , wha bide this brattle O ' winter war , And through the drift ... thoughts , a pensive train , Rose in my soul , When on my ear this plaintive strain Slow , solemn , stole : - " Blow ...
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amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw BRIG Burns canna cauld charms chiel daur dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear FINTRAY flower frae GAVIN HAMILTON grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lady laird lasses lassie Lord Mauchline maun meikle mony mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead says Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin song soul sweet tear tell thee There's thou thro Tune unco verses weary weel whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're
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Страница 158 - 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 485 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Страница 159 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 157 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Страница 515 - Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ' ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 160 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Страница 45 - THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; — As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; — Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.