The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Томови 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... Davie ......... Lord Gregory Winter , a Dirge ... . ..................... .. 124 129 .................................... .. 131 The Cotter's Saturday Night .. 133 ENCOMIUM ON BURNS . BY THE REV . JAMES NICOL iv CONTENTS .
... Davie ......... Lord Gregory Winter , a Dirge ... . ..................... .. 124 129 .................................... .. 131 The Cotter's Saturday Night .. 133 ENCOMIUM ON BURNS . BY THE REV . JAMES NICOL iv CONTENTS .
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... Lords and Gentlemen , A Scotish bard , proud of the name , and whose highest ambition is to sing in his country's service , where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land ; those who bear ...
... Lords and Gentlemen , A Scotish bard , proud of the name , and whose highest ambition is to sing in his country's service , where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land ; those who bear ...
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... Lords and Gentlemen , in the usual style of dedication , to thank you for past favours ; that path is so hackneyed by pros- tituted learning , that honest rusticity is ashamed of it . Nor do I present this address with the venal soul of ...
... Lords and Gentlemen , in the usual style of dedication , to thank you for past favours ; that path is so hackneyed by pros- tituted learning , that honest rusticity is ashamed of it . Nor do I present this address with the venal soul of ...
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... the honour to be , With the sincerest gratitude , and highest respect , My Lords and Gentlemen , Your most devoted humble servant , Edinburgh , April 4 , 1787 . ROBERT BURNS . SCOTISH POEMS . THE TWA DOGS , A TALE . 14 DEDICATION .
... the honour to be , With the sincerest gratitude , and highest respect , My Lords and Gentlemen , Your most devoted humble servant , Edinburgh , April 4 , 1787 . ROBERT BURNS . SCOTISH POEMS . THE TWA DOGS , A TALE . 14 DEDICATION .
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... Lord knows how lang . He was a gash an ' faithful tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baws ... lords o ' the creation . CÆSAR . I've aften wonder'd , honest Luath , What sort o ' life poor dogs like you have ; An ...
... Lord knows how lang . He was a gash an ' faithful tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baws ... lords o ' the creation . CÆSAR . I've aften wonder'd , honest Luath , What sort o ' life poor dogs like you have ; An ...
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Страница 130 - 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 129 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Страница 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Страница 128 - 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 89 - 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 130 - 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 !
Страница 130 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Страница 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Страница 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Страница 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...