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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... wander " Robin- " There was a lad was born in Kyle " A Fragment " When first I came to Stewart Kyle ' Luckless Fortune The Braes o ' Ballochmyle I am a Son of Mars John Highlandman I am a Fiddler I've Ta'en the Gold I am a Bard Young ...
... wander " Robin- " There was a lad was born in Kyle " A Fragment " When first I came to Stewart Kyle ' Luckless Fortune The Braes o ' Ballochmyle I am a Son of Mars John Highlandman I am a Fiddler I've Ta'en the Gold I am a Bard Young ...
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... Wandering Willie Meg o ' the Mill . 263 • 263 264 " 264 266 266 · Address to Dumourier Farewell thou Stream that Winding ... Wander Come let me Take Thee to my Breast Bruce to his Men at Bannockburn Behold the Hour Down the Burn , Davie ...
... Wandering Willie Meg o ' the Mill . 263 • 263 264 " 264 266 266 · Address to Dumourier Farewell thou Stream that Winding ... Wander Come let me Take Thee to my Breast Bruce to his Men at Bannockburn Behold the Hour Down the Burn , Davie ...
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... Wandering The Weary Pund o ' Tow Gane is the Day It is na , Jean , thy Bonnie Face My Collier Laddie Ye Jacobites by Name . Lady Mary Ann Kenmure's on and Awa Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation The Carles of Dysart . The Slave's Lament ...
... Wandering The Weary Pund o ' Tow Gane is the Day It is na , Jean , thy Bonnie Face My Collier Laddie Ye Jacobites by Name . Lady Mary Ann Kenmure's on and Awa Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation The Carles of Dysart . The Slave's Lament ...
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... wandering As I came in by our gate end Farewell , thou stream 267 335 Fairest maid on Devon banks 308 315 As I was a wand'ring First when Maggy was my care 313 334 Awa ' wi ' your witchcraft Flow gently , sweet Afton 256 806 Forlorn my ...
... wandering As I came in by our gate end Farewell , thou stream 267 335 Fairest maid on Devon banks 308 315 As I was a wand'ring First when Maggy was my care 313 334 Awa ' wi ' your witchcraft Flow gently , sweet Afton 256 806 Forlorn my ...
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... wander 200 213 O open the door 263 200 O poortith cauld 179 • O Philly , happy be that day O stay , sweet warbling woodlark 300 O saw ye bonnie Lesley O steer her up , and haud her gaun 326 O saw ye my dear , my Phely O sad and heavy ...
... wander 200 213 O open the door 263 200 O poortith cauld 179 • O Philly , happy be that day O stay , sweet warbling woodlark 300 O saw ye bonnie Lesley O steer her up , and haud her gaun 326 O saw ye my dear , my Phely O sad and heavy ...
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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...