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, 1859 - 524 էջ |
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... lasses ! " VERSES ON SEEING a woundED HARE LIMP BY ME , WHICH A FELLOW HAD JUST SHOT AT . INHUMAN man ! curse on thy barb'rous art , And blasted be thy murder - aiming eye : May never pity soothe thee with a sigh , Nor ever pleasure ...
... lasses ! " VERSES ON SEEING a woundED HARE LIMP BY ME , WHICH A FELLOW HAD JUST SHOT AT . INHUMAN man ! curse on thy barb'rous art , And blasted be thy murder - aiming eye : May never pity soothe thee with a sigh , Nor ever pleasure ...
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... lasses Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; May be , some ither thing they gie me , They weel can spare . But Mauchline race , or Mauchline fair , I should be proud to meet you there ; We'se gie ...
... lasses Gude forgie me ! For monie a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; May be , some ither thing they gie me , They weel can spare . But Mauchline race , or Mauchline fair , I should be proud to meet you there ; We'se gie ...
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... lasses gie my heart a screed , As whyles they're like to be my 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 ...
... lasses gie my heart a screed , As whyles they're like to be my 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 ...
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... lasses rare , To put us daft ; Syne weave , unseen , thy spider snare , O ' hell's damn'd waft . Poor man , the flie , aft bizzies by , And aft as chance he comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks wi ' joy , And hellish pleasure ...
... lasses rare , To put us daft ; Syne weave , unseen , thy spider snare , O ' hell's damn'd waft . Poor man , the flie , aft bizzies by , And aft as chance he comes thee nigh , Thy auld damn'd elbow yeuks wi ' joy , And hellish pleasure ...
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... lasses sic mischief As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants ; An ' yet he's rank'd amang the chief O ' lang syne saunts . And , may be , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked rhymes , an ' drucken rants ; I'll gie auld cloven ...
... lasses sic mischief As fill'd his after life wi ' grief An ' bloody rants ; An ' yet he's rank'd amang the chief O ' lang syne saunts . And , may be , Tam , for a ' my cants , My wicked rhymes , an ' drucken rants ; I'll gie auld cloven ...
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Էջ 229 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Էջ 226 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Էջ 316 - 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 82 - 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 189 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Էջ 80 - O, happy love ! where love like this is found ; O, heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Էջ 452 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Էջ 224 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
Էջ 231 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...