Burns in English: Select Poems of Robert BurnsA. Corbett, 1892 - 112 страница |
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... chorus ; The storm without might roar and rustle , Tam did not mind the storm a whistle . Care , mad to see such hearty cheer , E'en drowned himself among the beer ! As bees fly home with loads of treasure , The minutes winged their way ...
... chorus ; The storm without might roar and rustle , Tam did not mind the storm a whistle . Care , mad to see such hearty cheer , E'en drowned himself among the beer ! As bees fly home with loads of treasure , The minutes winged their way ...
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... chorus roar ; While frightened rats , with backward look , Seek out the inmost bore ; 99 A fairy fiddler from the nook , He loudly yelled " Encore ! But up arose the martial chuck , And laid the loud uproar - AIR . TUNE- " Soldier ...
... chorus roar ; While frightened rats , with backward look , Seek out the inmost bore ; 99 A fairy fiddler from the nook , He loudly yelled " Encore ! But up arose the martial chuck , And laid the loud uproar - AIR . TUNE- " Soldier ...
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... chorus took , Between themselves they were so busy ; At length with drink and courting dizzy , He staggered up and made a face , Then turned and laid a smack on Grizzie , And tuned his pipes with grave grimace – AIR . TUNE " Old Sir ...
... chorus took , Between themselves they were so busy ; At length with drink and courting dizzy , He staggered up and made a face , Then turned and laid a smack on Grizzie , And tuned his pipes with grave grimace – AIR . TUNE " Old Sir ...
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... CHORUS . Sing , hey , my brave John Highlandman ! Sing , ho , my brave John Highlandman ! There's not a lad in all the clan Could match my brave John Highlandman . With his philabeg and tartan plaid , And good claymore down by his side ...
... CHORUS . Sing , hey , my brave John Highlandman ! Sing , ho , my brave John Highlandman ! There's not a lad in all the clan Could match my brave John Highlandman . With his philabeg and tartan plaid , And good claymore down by his side ...
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... CHORUS - They banished him beyond the sea ; But ere the bud was on the tree , Adown my cheeks the pearls ran , Embracing my John Highlandman . CHORUS - Sing , hey , etc. But , oh ! they catched him at the last , And bound him in a ...
... CHORUS - They banished him beyond the sea ; But ere the bud was on the tree , Adown my cheeks the pearls ran , Embracing my John Highlandman . CHORUS - Sing , hey , etc. But , oh ! they catched him at the last , And bound him in a ...
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Ae fond kiss ALEXANDER CORBETT Allan Cunningham auld lang syne bard BEELZEBUB Beneath better blest bonny bonny lass brave John Highlandman breast Burns CÆSAR cheerful CHORUS clatter dance days of auld dear devils drink e'en e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry face fair faith fate fear fire folks fool give Glen glorious grace gray groans Halloween hand head hear heart Heaven hell Highland holy honest Hornbook jades Jean John Anderson JOLLY BEGGARS Lal de daudle Lal de lal lasses light Lord loud Mauchline meet Muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er the sea pleasure plough poems poet poor pride race rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic scarce Scotia's Scotland sight Sing sodger laddie song sore soul sweet TAM O'SHANTER TARBOLTON tell thee There's thou thought toil tune Twas weary ween whistle th wimpling young
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Страница 31 - 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 32 - 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 30 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Страница 111 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hearst thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget?
Страница 31 - Martyrs, worthy of the name, Or noble Elgin beets the heav'nward flame, The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays: Compar'd with these, Italian trills are tame; The tickl'd ears no heart-felt raptures raise; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With...
Страница 110 - 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 hoddin gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A Man's a Man for a
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