The poetical works and letters of Robert BurnsGall & Inglis, 1859 - 642 էջ |
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... thou Stream that Winding Flows Blithe hae I been on yon Hill • Oh were my Love yon Lilac Fair Phillis the Fair Had I a Cave · By Allan Stream I Chanced to Rove Whistle , and I'll Come to you , my Lad Adown Winding Nith I did Wander Come ...
... thou Stream that Winding Flows Blithe hae I been on yon Hill • Oh were my Love yon Lilac Fair Phillis the Fair Had I a Cave · By Allan Stream I Chanced to Rove Whistle , and I'll Come to you , my Lad Adown Winding Nith I did Wander Come ...
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... thou Leave me thus , my Katy For a ' That , and a ' That · O Lassie , art thou Sleeping yet ? Ballads on Mr Heron's election , 1795- Ballad First Ballad Second Ballad Third Ballad Fourth The Dumfries Volunteers Oh Wat ye Wha's in Yon ...
... thou Leave me thus , my Katy For a ' That , and a ' That · O Lassie , art thou Sleeping yet ? Ballads on Mr Heron's election , 1795- Ballad First Ballad Second Ballad Third Ballad Fourth The Dumfries Volunteers Oh Wat ye Wha's in Yon ...
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... thou fair day 245 As down the burn 274 Farewell , thou stream 267 As I came in by our gate end 335 Fairest maid on Devon banks 308 As I was wandering 315 As I was a wand'ring 334 First when Maggy was my care 313 Flow gently , sweet ...
... thou fair day 245 As down the burn 274 Farewell , thou stream 267 As I came in by our gate end 335 Fairest maid on Devon banks 308 As I was wandering 315 As I was a wand'ring 334 First when Maggy was my care 313 Flow gently , sweet ...
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... thou dread Power 100 Is there for honest poverty I see a form , I see a face It is na ' Jean , thy bonnie face It was in sweet Senegal 291 Oh thou whom poesy abhors 127 305 Oh wha will to St Stephen's house 129 317 Oh meikle do I rue ...
... thou dread Power 100 Is there for honest poverty I see a form , I see a face It is na ' Jean , thy bonnie face It was in sweet Senegal 291 Oh thou whom poesy abhors 127 305 Oh wha will to St Stephen's house 129 317 Oh meikle do I rue ...
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... thou pale orb Oh could I give thee Page 27 Powers celestial ! 76 80 Right sir ! your text I'll prove Revered defender Page 220 95 125 195 Raving winds around her . 231 95 198 Sad thy tale , thou idle page Say sages , what's the charm ...
... thou pale orb Oh could I give thee Page 27 Powers celestial ! 76 80 Right sir ! your text I'll prove Revered defender Page 220 95 125 195 Raving winds around her . 231 95 198 Sad thy tale , thou idle page Say sages , what's the charm ...
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aboon aith amang ance auld baith bard Beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw bless blest blow bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG Burns cauld charms chiel daur dear death e'en e'er ELLISLAND fair fame Farewell fate fear fellow Fête Champêtre FINTRY fortune's frae gies grace grief groan guid hame heart Heaven honest honour ither Kilmarnock lass lassie life's Mauchline maun mony morn Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er Oh Thou owre plough poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotia's Scotland sing sorrow soul strains sweet ta'en tears tell thee thegither There's toil unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie winds winna woes wretch Ye'll ye're
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Էջ 2 - 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 2 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Էջ 271 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! 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
Էջ 260 - 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 40 - See yonder poor o'er-labored 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 2 - And oh ! may 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-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Էջ 271 - 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 133 - 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 kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Էջ 147 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Էջ xxxvii - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...