Poems Selected from the Works of Robert BurnsRivingtons, 1876 - 174 страница |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 9
Страница 49
... bonie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs , that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar , Was keepit for his Honour's pleasure : His hair , his size , his ...
... bonie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs , that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar , Was keepit for his Honour's pleasure : His hair , his size , his ...
Страница 50
... bonie , silken purse As lang's my tail , whare thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en , it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; 60 An ' tho ' the gentry first are stechin ...
... bonie , silken purse As lang's my tail , whare thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en , it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; 60 An ' tho ' the gentry first are stechin ...
Страница 72
... bonie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight , and clean , Nane else came near it . Her mantle large , of greenish hue , My gazing wonder chiefly drew ; Deep lights and shades , bold - mingling , threw A lustre grand ...
... bonie Jean Could only peer it ; Sae straught , sae taper , tight , and clean , Nane else came near it . Her mantle large , of greenish hue , My gazing wonder chiefly drew ; Deep lights and shades , bold - mingling , threw A lustre grand ...
Страница 88
... bonie gray : He should been tight that daur't to raize thee , Ance in a day . Thou ance was i ' the foremost rank , A filly buirdly , steeve , an ' swank , An ' set weel down a shapely shank , As e'er tread yird ; An ' could hae flown ...
... bonie gray : He should been tight that daur't to raize thee , Ance in a day . Thou ance was i ' the foremost rank , A filly buirdly , steeve , an ' swank , An ' set weel down a shapely shank , As e'er tread yird ; An ' could hae flown ...
Страница 104
... bonie Jean . 8 12 16 20 24 And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wistna what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . 28 But didna Jeanie's heart loup light , And didna joy blink in ...
... bonie Jean . 8 12 16 20 24 And now she works her mammie's wark , And aye she sighs wi ' care and pain ; Yet wistna what her ail might be , Or what wad mak her weel again . 28 But didna Jeanie's heart loup light , And didna joy blink in ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Poems Selected from the Works of Robert Burns Robert Burns,Alexander Melville Bell Пуни преглед - 1876 |
Чести термини и фразе
Ae fond kiss amang Assistant-Master auld lang syne Ayrshire Balliol College Bard blaw bonie Book braes braw brother Cæsar Cambridge Cottar's Saturday Night dear death dialect Dumfries Edinburgh Edited Ellisland English Epistle to Davie Ev'n ev'ry farm farmer father feeling Fellow Fergusson frae FRANCIS STORR Gael Gaelic Glen hame heart Highland hill ither Kenmure's Knight's Tale labour language live Lord Luath mair Marlborough College Mary maun Merchant Taylors mind monie morning Mossgiel nature ne'er never o'er owre Oxford participle pleasure plough poems poet poet's poetic poor pride rhyme Robert Burns Robert Fergusson Rugby School rustic sang Scotch Scotland sing song sorrow stanza sweet thee Thomson thou thought thro Trinity College Twa Dogs unco verb verses weary weel whyles William Burness wind winter word writes written
Популарни одломци
Страница 58 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Страница 57 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Страница 58 - 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 58 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Страница 57 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Страница 56 - 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 111 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Страница 55 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Страница 59 - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God'; And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?
Страница 112 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!