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, and a Complete Glossary ...W. Borradaile, 1826 |
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... o'er her Poet's dust , On the other side of the stone is as follows : " By special grant of the managers to Robert Burns , who erected this stone , this burial - place is to remain for ever sacred to the memory of Robert Fergusson ...
... o'er her Poet's dust , On the other side of the stone is as follows : " By special grant of the managers to Robert Burns , who erected this stone , this burial - place is to remain for ever sacred to the memory of Robert Fergusson ...
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... o'er his hurdies wi ' a swirl . Nae doubt but they were fain o ' ither , An ' unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit , Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion ...
... o'er his hurdies wi ' a swirl . Nae doubt but they were fain o ' ither , An ' unco pack an ' thick thegither ; Wi ' social nose whyles snuff'd and snowkit , Whyles mice and moudieworts they howkit ; Whyles scour'd awa in lang excursion ...
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... o'er the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal potion pretty ; Or lee - larg nights , wi ' crabbit leuks Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like ony unhang'd blackguard ...
... o'er the wee bit cup an ' platie , They sip the scandal potion pretty ; Or lee - larg nights , wi ' crabbit leuks Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like ony unhang'd blackguard ...
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... And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest fame , his great , his dear reward Still , if some patron's gen'rous care he trace , CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 85 The Brigs of Ayr.
... And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest fame , his great , his dear reward Still , if some patron's gen'rous care he trace , CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 85 The Brigs of Ayr.
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... o'er their summer toils , Unnumbered buds , an ' flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles , Are doom'd by man , that tyrant o'er the weak , The death o ' devils smoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The ...
... o'er their summer toils , Unnumbered buds , an ' flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles , Are doom'd by man , that tyrant o'er the weak , The death o ' devils smoor'd wi ' brimstone reek : The ...
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Էջ 153 - 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 105 - He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Էջ 162 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has striven, By human pride or cunning driven To misery's brink.
Էջ 105 - O ! 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-lov'd Isle. XXI. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Էջ 101 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek...
Էջ 103 - 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 4 - I owed much to an old woman who resided in the family, remarkable for her ignorance, credulity, and superstition. She had, I suppose, the largest collection in the country of tales and songs concerning devils, ghosts, fairies, brownies, -witches, warlocks, spunkies, kelpies, elf-candles, dead-lights, wraiths, apparitions, cantraips, giants, enchanted towers, dragons and other trumpery.
Էջ 7 - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Էջ 161 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 119 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn...