The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... rest of his insignificant existence , in the meanest of pursuits , and among the lowest of mankind . " This striking passage has no doubt often been read with sympathy , and often perhaps with indig- nation . That Burns should have ...
... rest of his insignificant existence , in the meanest of pursuits , and among the lowest of mankind . " This striking passage has no doubt often been read with sympathy , and often perhaps with indig- nation . That Burns should have ...
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... rest , And met at morn his earliest smile . Wak'd by his rustic pipe , meanwhile The powers of fancy came along , And sooth'd his lengthen'd hour of toil With native wit and sprightly song . -Ah ! days of bliss , too swiftly fled , 28 ...
... rest , And met at morn his earliest smile . Wak'd by his rustic pipe , meanwhile The powers of fancy came along , And sooth'd his lengthen'd hour of toil With native wit and sprightly song . -Ah ! days of bliss , too swiftly fled , 28 ...
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... rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . An whyles twalpennie worth o ' nappy Can mak ...
... rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . An whyles twalpennie worth o ' nappy Can mak ...
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... breeks , a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER * TO THE SCOTCH 54 BURNS ' POEMS ;
... breeks , a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER * TO THE SCOTCH 54 BURNS ' POEMS ;
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... rest nae langer : For a ' the real judges rise , They canna sit for anger . ***** opens out his cauld harangues , On practice and on morals ; An ' aff the godly pour in thrangs , To gie the jars an ' barrels A lift that day . XV . What ...
... rest nae langer : For a ' the real judges rise , They canna sit for anger . ***** opens out his cauld harangues , On practice and on morals ; An ' aff the godly pour in thrangs , To gie the jars an ' barrels A lift that day . XV . What ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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