The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Blithe and Free · 242 212 My Nannie , O • 242 Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night , Dec. 4 , 1793 , at the Theatre , Dumfries A Fragment • 243 Green grow the Rashes . 243 212 Rantin ' Rovin ' Robin . 244 On seeing ...
... Blithe and Free · 242 212 My Nannie , O • 242 Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her Benefit Night , Dec. 4 , 1793 , at the Theatre , Dumfries A Fragment • 243 Green grow the Rashes . 243 212 Rantin ' Rovin ' Robin . 244 On seeing ...
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... Blithe was she . 267 O , Saw ye my Dearie ? 292 The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may Blaw . 267 Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 293 Come Boat me o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk ...
... Blithe was she . 267 O , Saw ye my Dearie ? 292 The Blude - Red Rose at Yule may Blaw . 267 Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 293 Come Boat me o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk ...
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... Blithe ha'e I been on yon Hill 343 • 318 Logan Braes • 344 · 319 Bonnie Jean . 344 · 319 Adown Winding Nith 345 319 Phillis the Fair 346 · 319 Had I a Cave 346 · 320 By Allan Stream 346 • 320 The Charming Month of May · 347 Here's his ...
... Blithe ha'e I been on yon Hill 343 • 318 Logan Braes • 344 · 319 Bonnie Jean . 344 · 319 Adown Winding Nith 345 319 Phillis the Fair 346 · 319 Had I a Cave 346 · 320 By Allan Stream 346 • 320 The Charming Month of May · 347 Here's his ...
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... hounds . They had pursued him all his life relentlessly , and from them , in spite of all his blithe songs and merry carousals , there was no escape , D Even in his second year at Ellisland , his crops INTRODUCTORY BIOGRAPHY . 33.
... hounds . They had pursued him all his life relentlessly , and from them , in spite of all his blithe songs and merry carousals , there was no escape , D Even in his second year at Ellisland , his crops INTRODUCTORY BIOGRAPHY . 33.
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... blithe and frisky , Tell yon guid bluid o ' auld Boconnock's She eyes her freeborn , martial boys I'll be his debt twa mashlum bonnocks , An ' drink his health in auld Nanse Tin- nock's , Nine times a week , If he some scheme , like tea ...
... blithe and frisky , Tell yon guid bluid o ' auld Boconnock's She eyes her freeborn , martial boys I'll be his debt twa mashlum bonnocks , An ' drink his health in auld Nanse Tin- nock's , Nine times a week , If he some scheme , like tea ...
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amang auld baith blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's canna cauld charms Clarinda de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fair Farewell fate flowers frae Gala Water gang Gavin Hamilton gi'e glen grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Johnnie Kilmarnock kiss laddie lady laird lassie lo'e Lord Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor rhyme Robert Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots sing song stanzas sweet Syne Tarbolton tears tell thee There's thou Tune Tune-"The unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wife Willie young
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Страница 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Страница 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Страница 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Страница 91 - MY loved, my honored, 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...
Страница 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Страница 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Страница 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Страница 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Страница 92 - 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?