The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1869 - 612 էջ |
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... blast . The wind blew hollow frae the hills .. Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among . Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair This day , Time winds the exhausted chain . This wot ye all whom it concerns .. Talk not to me of savages Tam ...
... blast . The wind blew hollow frae the hills .. Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among . Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair This day , Time winds the exhausted chain . This wot ye all whom it concerns .. Talk not to me of savages Tam ...
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... blast . Oh that I had ne'er been married Oh wat you wha's in yon town Oh were I on Parnassus ' hill ... Oh were my love yon lilac fair .. Oh wert thou in the cauld blast Oh wha is she that lo'es me ....... Oh whar did ye get ....... Oh ...
... blast . Oh that I had ne'er been married Oh wat you wha's in yon town Oh were I on Parnassus ' hill ... Oh were my love yon lilac fair .. Oh wert thou in the cauld blast Oh wha is she that lo'es me ....... Oh whar did ye get ....... Oh ...
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... blast . 573 Clarinda , mistress of my soul .. 428 Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er .. Come down the back stairs 538 582 Come , let me take thee to my breast .. Coming through the rye , poor body Contented wi ' little , and cantie wi ...
... blast . 573 Clarinda , mistress of my soul .. 428 Come boat me o'er , come row me o'er .. Come down the back stairs 538 582 Come , let me take thee to my breast .. Coming through the rye , poor body Contented wi ' little , and cantie wi ...
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... blast Oh sad and heavy should I part .. Oh saw ye bonnie Leslie Oh saw ye my dear , my Phely Oh saw ye my dearie , my Eppie M'Nab . Oh stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay Oh steer her up and haud her gaun . Oh tell na me o ' wind and ...
... blast Oh sad and heavy should I part .. Oh saw ye bonnie Leslie Oh saw ye my dear , my Phely Oh saw ye my dearie , my Eppie M'Nab . Oh stay , sweet warbling woodlark , stay Oh steer her up and haud her gaun . Oh tell na me o ' wind and ...
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... blast was blawn .. Where are the joys I have met in the morning .. Where braving angry winter's storms Where Cart rins rowin ' to the sea 542 387 351 856 486 Where hae ye been sae braw , lad .. Where live ye , my bonnie lass .. 544 552 ...
... blast was blawn .. Where are the joys I have met in the morning .. Where braving angry winter's storms Where Cart rins rowin ' to the sea 542 387 351 856 486 Where hae ye been sae braw , lad .. Where live ye , my bonnie lass .. 544 552 ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet syne taen tear tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The verses wander weary weel whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Էջ 298 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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 347 - 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!
Էջ 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Էջ 106 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Էջ 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Էջ 487 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Էջ 205 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Էջ 378 - THAT AND A' THAT" 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 569 - 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 93 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the Rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether Time nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...