The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition : Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 524 էջ |
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... dead - lights , wraiths , apparitions , cantrips , giants , enchanted towers , dragons , and other trumpery . This cultivated the latent seeds of poetry ; but had so strong an effect on my imagination , that , to this hour , in my ...
... dead - lights , wraiths , apparitions , cantrips , giants , enchanted towers , dragons , and other trumpery . This cultivated the latent seeds of poetry ; but had so strong an effect on my imagination , that , to this hour , in my ...
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... dead , unnoticed and unknown . Some memorial , to direct the steps of the lovers of Scottish song , when they wish to shed a tear over the narrow house of the bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Ferguson's memory - tribute ...
... dead , unnoticed and unknown . Some memorial , to direct the steps of the lovers of Scottish song , when they wish to shed a tear over the narrow house of the bard who is no more , is surely a tribute due to Ferguson's memory - tribute ...
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... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of wo and wild despair ! Awake ! resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last , best ...
... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of wo and wild despair ! Awake ! resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last , best ...
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... dead , Forgot and gone ! But why , O Death , begin a tale ? Just now we're living , sound , and hale ! Then top and maintop crowd the sail , - Heave Care o'er - side ! And large , before Enjoyment's gale . Let's tak the tide . This life ...
... dead , Forgot and gone ! But why , O Death , begin a tale ? Just now we're living , sound , and hale ! Then top and maintop crowd the sail , - Heave Care o'er - side ! And large , before Enjoyment's gale . Let's tak the tide . This life ...
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... dead , ( O , sad disease ! ) I kittle up my rustic reed , - It gies me ease . Auld Coila now may fidge fu ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays Till echoes a ' resound again ...
... dead , ( O , sad disease ! ) I kittle up my rustic reed , - It gies me ease . Auld Coila now may fidge fu ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays Till echoes a ' resound again ...
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Էջ 316 - 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.
Էջ 81 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha-Bible, ance his father's pride; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Էջ 126 - 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 80 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Էջ 417 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Էջ 164 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Էջ 127 - 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 ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Էջ 77 - 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...
Էջ 100 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Էջ 446 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...