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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... leave a crushed victim in tears . But thou sayest thy love shall know no change ; Thcu'lt be faithful as now at life's evenDost thou see a gem shrined in a heavenly mind , That so sacred a promise is given ? Remember , bright flowers ...
... leave a crushed victim in tears . But thou sayest thy love shall know no change ; Thcu'lt be faithful as now at life's evenDost thou see a gem shrined in a heavenly mind , That so sacred a promise is given ? Remember , bright flowers ...
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... leave his native country Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To the same To the same Epistle to ...
... leave his native country Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord Lament of Mary , Queen of Scots EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard To the same To the same Epistle to ...
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... leaves 565 . 105 • 75 . 131 ' Tis Friendship's pledge , my young fair friend . 220 To Crochallan came ' Twas in that ... leave the street · 12 When chill November's surly blast . 133 When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er When Nature her ...
... leaves 565 . 105 • 75 . 131 ' Tis Friendship's pledge , my young fair friend . 220 To Crochallan came ' Twas in that ... leave the street · 12 When chill November's surly blast . 133 When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er When Nature her ...
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... leave this earthly scene ? Why , ye tenants of the lake . Wow , but your letter made me vauntie ! Ye hypocrites ! are these your pranks ? Ye Irish lords , ye knights an ' squires Ye maggots , feed on Nichol's brain . 564 . 128 • 84 ...
... leave this earthly scene ? Why , ye tenants of the lake . Wow , but your letter made me vauntie ! Ye hypocrites ! are these your pranks ? Ye Irish lords , ye knights an ' squires Ye maggots , feed on Nichol's brain . 564 . 128 • 84 ...
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... leave me thus , my Katy ? • 370 . 425 Cassillis ' banks . 319 Castle Gordon Clarinda ( To ) on her leaving Edinburgh Cock up your beaver Come boat me o'er to Charlie Come down the back stairs • Come , let me take thee to my breast ...
... leave me thus , my Katy ? • 370 . 425 Cassillis ' banks . 319 Castle Gordon Clarinda ( To ) on her leaving Edinburgh Cock up your beaver Come boat me o'er to Charlie Come down the back stairs • Come , let me take thee to my breast ...
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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...