The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Հատոր 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 էջ |
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... kind of Scottish ode , fitted to the air that one might suppose to be the gal- lant Royal Scot's address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning . So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty , as he did that day ...
... kind of Scottish ode , fitted to the air that one might suppose to be the gal- lant Royal Scot's address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning . So may God ever defend the cause of Truth and Liberty , as he did that day ...
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... kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit , with the unceasing moil of a galley - slave , brought me to my sixteenth year ; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme . You know our country custom of coupling a ...
... kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit , with the unceasing moil of a galley - slave , brought me to my sixteenth year ; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme . You know our country custom of coupling a ...
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... kind , But the cheerful and the gay , man . Fal lal , & c . HERE'S a bottle and an honest friend ! What wad ye wish for mair , man ? Wha kens , before his life may end , What his share may be o ' care , man ? Then catch the moments as ...
... kind , But the cheerful and the gay , man . Fal lal , & c . HERE'S a bottle and an honest friend ! What wad ye wish for mair , man ? Wha kens , before his life may end , What his share may be o ' care , man ? Then catch the moments as ...
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... kind of happiness . ' It would be weak and unmanly to say , that without you I never can be happy ; but , sure I am that sharing life with you would have given it a relish , that , wanting you , I never can taste . " Your uncommon ...
... kind of happiness . ' It would be weak and unmanly to say , that without you I never can be happy ; but , sure I am that sharing life with you would have given it a relish , that , wanting you , I never can taste . " Your uncommon ...
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... kind Sir , I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't . I'm owre young , & c . Hallowmas is come and gane , The nights are lang in winter , Sir ; And you an ' I in ae bed , In troth I dare na venturé , Sir . I'm owre young , & c . Fu ' loud ...
... kind Sir , I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't . I'm owre young , & c . Hallowmas is come and gane , The nights are lang in winter , Sir ; And you an ' I in ae bed , In troth I dare na venturé , Sir . I'm owre young , & c . Fu ' loud ...
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Էջ 12 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
Էջ 236 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
Էջ 8 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Էջ 11 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Էջ 15 - Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that; The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Էջ 16 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Էջ 72 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace — Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Էջ 51 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison!
Էջ 73 - The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Էջ 59 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o