The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing His Poems, Songs, and CorrespondencePhillips, Sampson,, 1855 - 482 страница |
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... beauty 244 The Lass of Ecclefechan Gudewife , count the Lawin 244 The Cooper o ' Cuddie There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame 245 For the sake of somebody The bonnie lad that's far awa 245 I coft a stane o ' haslock woo I do ...
... beauty 244 The Lass of Ecclefechan Gudewife , count the Lawin 244 The Cooper o ' Cuddie There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame 245 For the sake of somebody The bonnie lad that's far awa 245 I coft a stane o ' haslock woo I do ...
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... beauty and elegance , must ever be a matter of wonder to all those , and they are not few , who hold that noble sentiments and heroic deeds are the exclusive portion of the gently nursed and the far descended . Of the earlier verses of ...
... beauty and elegance , must ever be a matter of wonder to all those , and they are not few , who hold that noble sentiments and heroic deeds are the exclusive portion of the gently nursed and the far descended . Of the earlier verses of ...
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... beauty of form or by harmony of motion , and by expression , which lightened up ordinary features and rendered them captivating . Such , I have been told , were several of the lasses of the West , to whom , if he did not surrender his ...
... beauty of form or by harmony of motion , and by expression , which lightened up ordinary features and rendered them captivating . Such , I have been told , were several of the lasses of the West , to whom , if he did not surrender his ...
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... beauty would arise . While meditating something better than a ballad to his mistress's eyebrow , he did not neglect to lay out the little skill he had in cultivating the grounds of Mossgiel . The prosperity in which he found himself in ...
... beauty would arise . While meditating something better than a ballad to his mistress's eyebrow , he did not neglect to lay out the little skill he had in cultivating the grounds of Mossgiel . The prosperity in which he found himself in ...
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... beauty unknown for a century to national poesy , had been unregarded in the hue and cry which arose on account of " Holy Willie's Prayer " and " The Holy Tulzie . " He hesitated to drink longer out of the agitated puddle of Calvinistic ...
... beauty unknown for a century to national poesy , had been unregarded in the hue and cry which arose on account of " Holy Willie's Prayer " and " The Holy Tulzie . " He hesitated to drink longer out of the agitated puddle of Calvinistic ...
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amang auld baith bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear dearie death deil Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fear Fintray flowers frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame hand heart Heaven Highland honest honour Jacobitism Jamie John kirk lady laird lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert Burns rustic says Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul strain sweet taste tears tell thee There's thou thro Tune unco verses weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
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Страница 237 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Страница 118 - 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 Bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 115 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; 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. Hi. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th'...
Страница 278 - 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 nor 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', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Страница 237 - 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 116 - 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 172 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in ; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling...
Страница 172 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Страница 117 - 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 115 - MY lov'd my honor'd, 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...