The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1869 - 612 страница |
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... spring , by Eden's flood When Nature her great master - piece design'd .. While at the stook the shearers cower .. While briers an ' woodbines budding green .. While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things While winds frae aff Ben ...
... spring , by Eden's flood When Nature her great master - piece design'd .. While at the stook the shearers cower .. While briers an ' woodbines budding green .. While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things While winds frae aff Ben ...
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... spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife she dang me 512 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier 427 Oh for ane - and - twenty , Tam 425 Oh guid ale comes 511 Oh lay thy loof in mine ...
... spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife she dang me 512 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier 427 Oh for ane - and - twenty , Tam 425 Oh guid ale comes 511 Oh lay thy loof in mine ...
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... spring . A slave to love's unbounded sway .. 507 512 Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms . 451 Bannocks o ' bear meal .. 566 Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . 432 Behold the hour , the boat arrive 349 Blythe hae I been on ...
... spring . A slave to love's unbounded sway .. 507 512 Awa wi ' your witchcraft o ' beauty's alarms . 451 Bannocks o ' bear meal .. 566 Behind yon hills where Lugar flows . 432 Behold the hour , the boat arrive 349 Blythe hae I been on ...
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... spring has clad the groves in green . 878 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns . 464 Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw . 441 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh cam ye here the fight to shun Oh how can I be blythe and glad .. Oh how ...
... spring has clad the groves in green . 878 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns . 464 Of a ' the airts the wind can blaw . 441 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier Oh cam ye here the fight to shun Oh how can I be blythe and glad .. Oh how ...
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... Spring comes in rejoicing .. 485 The tailor fell thro ' the bed , thimbles an ' a ' 529 The Thames flows proudly to the sca .... 437 The tither morn , when I forlorn ... 549 The weary pund , the weary pund .. 550 The winter it is past ...
... Spring comes in rejoicing .. 485 The tailor fell thro ' the bed , thimbles an ' a ' 529 The Thames flows proudly to the sca .... 437 The tither morn , when I forlorn ... 549 The weary pund , the weary pund .. 550 The winter it is past ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet syne taen tear tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The verses wander weary weel whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Страница 298 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 347 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Страница 110 - 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.
Страница 106 - 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 108 - 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 an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Страница 487 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 205 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Страница 378 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Страница 569 - IT was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' king "We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; "We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Страница 93 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! 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 nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...