The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Հատոր 3W. Pickering, 1839 - 319 էջ |
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... sing . And maun I still , & c . The merry ploughboy cheers his team , Wi ' joy the tentie seedsman stalks , But life to me's a weary dream , A dream of ane that never wauks . And maun I still , & c . * Menie is the common abbreviation ...
... sing . And maun I still , & c . The merry ploughboy cheers his team , Wi ' joy the tentie seedsman stalks , But life to me's a weary dream , A dream of ane that never wauks . And maun I still , & c . * Menie is the common abbreviation ...
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... sings on flittering wings , A woe - worn ghaist I hameward glide . And maun I still , & c . Come Winter , with thine angry howl , And raging bend the naked tree ; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul , When Nature all is sad like me ...
... sings on flittering wings , A woe - worn ghaist I hameward glide . And maun I still , & c . Come Winter , with thine angry howl , And raging bend the naked tree ; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul , When Nature all is sad like me ...
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... singing , is enough to recommend any air . " Notwithstand- ing these assertions , that the song was an old composition , all his Editors have considered it to have been written , either partially or wholly , by Burns ; and the ...
... singing , is enough to recommend any air . " Notwithstand- ing these assertions , that the song was an old composition , all his Editors have considered it to have been written , either partially or wholly , by Burns ; and the ...
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... sing this double fight , Some fell for wrang , and some for right ; But monie bade the world guid - night ; Then ye may tell , how pell and mell , By red claymores , and muskets ' knell , Wi ' dying yell , the tories fell , And whigs to ...
... sing this double fight , Some fell for wrang , and some for right ; But monie bade the world guid - night ; Then ye may tell , how pell and mell , By red claymores , and muskets ' knell , Wi ' dying yell , the tories fell , And whigs to ...
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... sing , " God save the King , " Shall hang as high's the steeple ; But while we sing , " God save the King , ” We'll ne'er forget the People . O WHA IS SHE THAT LO'ES ME . ‡ TUNE OF BURNS . 27.
... sing , " God save the King , " Shall hang as high's the steeple ; But while we sing , " God save the King , ” We'll ne'er forget the People . O WHA IS SHE THAT LO'ES ME . ‡ TUNE OF BURNS . 27.
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Էջ 16 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!
Էջ 240 - 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 12 - 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 20 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Էջ 19 - 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 15 - 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'?
Էջ 11 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Էջ 55 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said, amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison!
Էջ 77 - The birds sang love on ev'ry spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Էջ 76 - 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?