The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorG. S. Appleton, 1847 - 635 էջ |
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... soul Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet , tried ...
... soul Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet , tried ...
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... soul · Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er Come down the back stairs Come , let me take thee to my breast Coming through the rye , poor body Contented wi ' little , and cantie wi ' mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded ...
... soul · Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er Come down the back stairs Come , let me take thee to my breast Coming through the rye , poor body Contented wi ' little , and cantie wi ' mair Could aught of song declare my pains Deluded ...
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... soul , uneasy , and confined at home , Rests and expatiates in a life to come . ' It is for this reason I am more pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , than with any ten times as many verses ...
... soul , uneasy , and confined at home , Rests and expatiates in a life to come . ' It is for this reason I am more pleased with the 15th , 16th , and 17th verses of the 7th chapter of Revelations , than with any ten times as many verses ...
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... 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 ' That sacred hour can I forget ! Can I forget the hallow'd grove ...
... 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 ' That sacred hour can I forget ! Can I forget the hallow'd grove ...
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... soul about her , or steal out to meet her ; and the two last nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . I returned home very considerably improved ...
... soul about her , or steal out to meet her ; and the two last nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . I returned home very considerably improved ...
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amang auld baith Bard beauty blast blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braw breast brunstane Burns charms dear Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fear flower frae gien grace guid hame hand heart Heaven Highland honest honour humble ither Kilmarnock kind labour lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure plough poems poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic scenes Scotland Scottish Shanter sing song soul sweet taen Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton tears tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco verses weary weel Whare Whyles wild William Burnes wind wretch Ye'll young
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Էջ 18 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form / Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Էջ 289 - 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', Let him follow me!
Էջ 84 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawy 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
Էջ 35 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Էջ 527 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear — We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Էջ 23 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Էջ 35 - 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.
Էջ 37 - Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Էջ 84 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast ! When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Էջ 290 - 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...