The Poetical Works and Letters of Robert Burns: With Copious Marginal Explanations of the Scotch Words, and LifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 642 стор. |
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... flowers I gaed up to Dunse 250 Now nature cleeds the flowerylea 288 204 Now spring has clad the groves 305 327 Now bank and brae are claith'd 329 I gaed a waefu ' gate yestreen 236 Now westlin ' winds 211 I hae a penny to spend 234 Now ...
... flowers I gaed up to Dunse 250 Now nature cleeds the flowerylea 288 204 Now spring has clad the groves 305 327 Now bank and brae are claith'd 329 I gaed a waefu ' gate yestreen 236 Now westlin ' winds 211 I hae a penny to spend 234 Now ...
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... flowers O my luve's like a red , red rose 277 There's death in the cup 196 Through and through 198 241 On Cessnock Banks The solemn League 200 206 One night as I did wander 200 213 O open the door 263 200 O poortith cauld 179 • O Philly ...
... flowers O my luve's like a red , red rose 277 There's death in the cup 196 Through and through 198 241 On Cessnock Banks The solemn League 200 206 One night as I did wander 200 213 O open the door 263 200 O poortith cauld 179 • O Philly ...
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... flower And " Let us worship God ! " he says , with solemn air . They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; They tune their hearts , by far the noblest aim : Perhaps Dundee's wild - warbling measures rise , Or plaintive Martyrs ...
... flower And " Let us worship God ! " he says , with solemn air . They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; They tune their hearts , by far the noblest aim : Perhaps Dundee's wild - warbling measures rise , Or plaintive Martyrs ...
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... flower , In beauty's pride arrayed ; But long ere night , cut down , it lies All withered and decayed . EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE I'VE sent you here some rhyming ware , A ' that I bargained for , and mair ; Sae , whan ye hae an hour to ...
... flower , In beauty's pride arrayed ; But long ere night , cut down , it lies All withered and decayed . EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE I'VE sent you here some rhyming ware , A ' that I bargained for , and mair ; Sae , whan ye hae an hour to ...
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... flower , 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 power , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , must , dust ...
... flower , 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 power , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet , must , dust ...
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Сторінка 277 - 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' the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o
Сторінка 147 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Сторінка 291 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Сторінка 90 - BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career...
Сторінка 261 - Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to — France for me ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Сторінка 79 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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 flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, 'Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Сторінка 291 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a
Сторінка 6 - 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.
Сторінка 76 - 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.
Сторінка 3 - My lov'd, my honour'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 sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...