The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Gala Water 259 . 230 Braw , Braw Lads of Yarrow Braes 260 The Discreet Hint • 260 Bill , 1789 . • 231 Stay , my Charmer 260 249 • 250 The Sons of Old Killie Menie The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tarbolton • 250 251 ...
... Gala Water 259 . 230 Braw , Braw Lads of Yarrow Braes 260 The Discreet Hint • 260 Bill , 1789 . • 231 Stay , my Charmer 260 249 • 250 The Sons of Old Killie Menie The Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge , Tarbolton • 250 251 ...
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... Gala Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he ' ll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Altho ' his daddie was nae laird , And tho ' I ha'e na meikle tocher ; Yet rich in ...
... Gala Water . But there is ane , a secret ane , Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he ' ll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Altho ' his daddie was nae laird , And tho ' I ha'e na meikle tocher ; Yet rich in ...
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amang auld baith blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's canna cauld charms Clarinda de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fair Farewell fate flowers frae Gala Water gang Gavin Hamilton gi'e glen grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Johnnie Kilmarnock kiss laddie lady laird lassie lo'e Lord Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor rhyme Robert Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots sing song stanzas sweet Syne Tarbolton tears tell thee There's thou Tune Tune-"The unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wife Willie young
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Էջ 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage 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. Perhaps...
Էջ 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Էջ 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Էջ 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Էջ 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Էջ 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Էջ 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. 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...
Էջ 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Էջ 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Էջ 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?