The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing His Poems, Songs, and CorrespondencePhillips, Sampson,, 1855 - 482 страница |
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... Night 86 Epistle to J. Rankine , enclosing some Poems PAGE EPITAPHS , EPIGRAMS , FRAGMENTS , & c . THE LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS Preface to the Kilmarnock Edition of 1786 Dedication to the Edinburgh Edition of 1787 • FAGE • xxiii lix PAGE ...
... Night 86 Epistle to J. Rankine , enclosing some Poems PAGE EPITAPHS , EPIGRAMS , FRAGMENTS , & c . THE LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS Preface to the Kilmarnock Edition of 1786 Dedication to the Edinburgh Edition of 1787 • FAGE • xxiii lix PAGE ...
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... night , Dumfries 160 The Twa Dogs . A Tale 132 Lines on meeting with Lord Daer 135 Address to Edinburgh · 136 Sketch . New - year's Day . To Mrs. Dunlop To a Gentleman who had sent him a Newspaper , and offered to continue it free of ...
... night , Dumfries 160 The Twa Dogs . A Tale 132 Lines on meeting with Lord Daer 135 Address to Edinburgh · 136 Sketch . New - year's Day . To Mrs. Dunlop To a Gentleman who had sent him a Newspaper , and offered to continue it free of ...
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... night as I did wander " Bonnie Peggy Alison Green grow the Rashes , O 213 The Banks of the Devon Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray . The Ploughman Landlady , count the Lawin " Raving winds around her blowing " " How long and dreary is the night ...
... night as I did wander " Bonnie Peggy Alison Green grow the Rashes , O 213 The Banks of the Devon Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray . The Ploughman Landlady , count the Lawin " Raving winds around her blowing " " How long and dreary is the night ...
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... night Let not woman e'er complain The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mistress My Chloris , mark how green the groves Youthful Chloe , charming Chloe Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 291 O bonnie was yon rosy brier 307 292 Forlorn my ...
... night Let not woman e'er complain The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mistress My Chloris , mark how green the groves Youthful Chloe , charming Chloe Lassie wi ' the lint - white locks 291 O bonnie was yon rosy brier 307 292 Forlorn my ...
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... Night " originated in the reverence with which the worship of God was conducted in the family of the poet's father , and in the solemn tone with which he desired his children to compose themselves for praise and prayer ; " the Mouse ...
... Night " originated in the reverence with which the worship of God was conducted in the family of the poet's father , and in the solemn tone with which he desired his children to compose themselves for praise and prayer ; " the Mouse ...
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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...