The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1844 - 575 էջ |
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... fear , when thou art near . 460 • 325 . 447 I'll ay ca ' in by yon town · I married with a scolding wife In coming by the brig of Dye In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles In simmer when the hay was mawn I once was a maid ...
... fear , when thou art near . 460 • 325 . 447 I'll ay ca ' in by yon town · I married with a scolding wife In coming by the brig of Dye In Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles In simmer when the hay was mawn I once was a maid ...
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... fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high hand with my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a month which is always a carnival in my bosom , when a charming fillette , who lived next door to the school , overset my ...
... fear in a drunken squabble , yet I went on with a high hand with my geometry , till the sun entered Virgo , a month which is always a carnival in my bosom , when a charming fillette , who lived next door to the school , overset my ...
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... fears , and of the soul's aspirations . Others give us the outward form and pressure of society -the court - costume of human nature - the laced lapelle and the epauletted shoulder . He gives us flesh and blood ; all he has he holds in ...
... fears , and of the soul's aspirations . Others give us the outward form and pressure of society -the court - costume of human nature - the laced lapelle and the epauletted shoulder . He gives us flesh and blood ; all he has he holds in ...
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... , are more than mortal ; and the women are clothed in beauty , and walk in a light of their own creating ; a haggis is food fit for gods ; brose is a better sort of ambrosia ; wi ' twopenny we fear nae 48 * CURRIE'S LIFE.
... , are more than mortal ; and the women are clothed in beauty , and walk in a light of their own creating ; a haggis is food fit for gods ; brose is a better sort of ambrosia ; wi ' twopenny we fear nae 48 * CURRIE'S LIFE.
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... fear nae evil ; ' and whiskey not only makes us insensible of danger , but inspires noble verse and heroic deeds . There is some- thing at once ludicrous and dignified in all this : to excite mingled emotions was the aim of the Poet ...
... fear nae evil ; ' and whiskey not only makes us insensible of danger , but inspires noble verse and heroic deeds . There is some- thing at once ludicrous and dignified in all this : to excite mingled emotions was the aim of the Poet ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Caledonia canna cauld charms CHORUS dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flowers frae glen hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Kilmarnock lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow soul sparklin sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thou hast thro Tune.-The verses wander weary weel Whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Էջ 285 - 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 81 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Էջ 281 - 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 ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Էջ 31 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How...
Էջ 525 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Էջ 319 - 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 32 - While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Էջ 19 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Էջ 249 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an
Էջ 29 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt 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...