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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... give thee 195 Oh had the malt thy strength Raving winds around her . 231 196 Old Winter , with his frosty beard 171 Once fondly loved Sad thy tale , thou idle page 117 95 197 One Queen Artemisia Oppressed with grief 198 190 81 186 ...
... give thee 195 Oh had the malt thy strength Raving winds around her . 231 196 Old Winter , with his frosty beard 171 Once fondly loved Sad thy tale , thou idle page 117 95 197 One Queen Artemisia Oppressed with grief 198 190 81 186 ...
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... my breast . Thou Being , all - seeing , Oh hear my fervent prayer Still take her , and make her Thy most peculiar care ! of good both give know attend to would wrong adds fuel All hail , ye tender feelings dear ! The smile BURNS ' POEMS 17.
... my breast . Thou Being , all - seeing , Oh hear my fervent prayer Still take her , and make her Thy most peculiar care ! of good both give know attend to would wrong adds fuel All hail , ye tender feelings dear ! The smile BURNS ' POEMS 17.
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... give place To catch the plack ! I dinna like to see your face , But Nor hear your crack . ye whom social pleasure charms , Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms , Who hold your being on the terms , " Each aid the others , " Come to my ...
... give place To catch the plack ! I dinna like to see your face , But Nor hear your crack . ye whom social pleasure charms , Whose hearts the tide of kindness warms , Who hold your being on the terms , " Each aid the others , " Come to my ...
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... give some account of the prin cipal charms and spells of that night , so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland . The passion of prying into futurity makes striking part of the history of human nature in its rude ...
... give some account of the prin cipal charms and spells of that night , so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland . The passion of prying into futurity makes striking part of the history of human nature in its rude ...
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... give me real , sterling wit , And I'm content . dripping clothes ale , tinkers are nauseated give " While ye are pleased to keep me hale , healthy brotb I'll sit down o'er my scanty meal , Be't water - brose , or muslin kail , Wi ...
... give me real , sterling wit , And I'm content . dripping clothes ale , tinkers are nauseated give " While ye are pleased to keep me hale , healthy brotb I'll sit down o'er my scanty meal , Be't water - brose , or muslin kail , Wi ...
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aboon aith amang ance auld baith bard Beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG Burns cauld charms chiel Cutty-sark dear death deid e'en e'er ELLISLAND fair fame Farewell fate fear fellow Fête Champêtre flowers fortune's frae gies glen grace grief groan guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ilka ither lass lassie life's Mauchline maun meikle mony morn Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure plough poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin song sorrow soul strains sweet tears tell thee thegither There's thou unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie winds winna Ye'll ye're
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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...