The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... be , With the sincerest gratitude , and highest respect , My Lords and Gentlemen , Your most devoted , humble servant , EDINBURGH , April 4th , 1787 . ROBERT BURNS . CONTENTS CONTENTS OF VOL . III . THE Twa Dogs . vi DEDICATION .
... be , With the sincerest gratitude , and highest respect , My Lords and Gentlemen , Your most devoted , humble servant , EDINBURGH , April 4th , 1787 . ROBERT BURNS . CONTENTS CONTENTS OF VOL . III . THE Twa Dogs . vi DEDICATION .
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... Humble Petition of Bruar Water , .. On scaring some Water - fowl , Written at the Inn at Taymouth , at the Fall of Fyers , • · On the Birth of a Posthumous Child , The Whistle , • Second Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , Page • 298 ...
... Humble Petition of Bruar Water , .. On scaring some Water - fowl , Written at the Inn at Taymouth , at the Fall of Fyers , • · On the Birth of a Posthumous Child , The Whistle , • Second Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , Page • 298 ...
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... ; While they maun stan , ' wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho 5.
... ; While they maun stan , ' wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho 5.
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... humble thanks ! When wanting thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a --- s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast ! Now colic grips , an ...
... humble thanks ! When wanting thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a --- s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast ! Now colic grips , an ...
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... humble : The muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come ...
... humble : The muckle devil blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come ...
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Էջ 178 - 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 186 - 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, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Էջ 333 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Էջ 203 - Unskilful 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...
Էջ 201 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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 bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 327 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Էջ 202 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie 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 180 - 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 329 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Էջ 327 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...