The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Հատորներ 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! Its no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our bardie ...
... tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! Its no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our bardie ...
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... . 3 Another preacher , an equal favourite with the few , who was at that time ailing . For him see also the Ordination , stanza ix . While by their nose the tears will revel , Like 98 SCOTISH POEMS . Tam Samson's Elegy Righteous.
... . 3 Another preacher , an equal favourite with the few , who was at that time ailing . For him see also the Ordination , stanza ix . While by their nose the tears will revel , Like 98 SCOTISH POEMS . Tam Samson's Elegy Righteous.
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... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the lodge an unco devel : Tam Samson's dead ! When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the curlers flock , Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the lodge an unco devel : Tam Samson's dead ! When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the curlers flock , Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
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... tears , and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in misery's squalid nest , She strains your infant to her joyless breast , And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rocking blast ! O ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
... tears , and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in misery's squalid nest , She strains your infant to her joyless breast , And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rocking blast ! O ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
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... tear , The sympathetic glow ; Long since this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate still has blest me with a friend , In every care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
... tear , The sympathetic glow ; Long since this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate still has blest me with a friend , In every care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
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Էջ 130 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Էջ 129 - 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 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Էջ 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Էջ 89 - 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 130 - 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 !
Էջ 130 - 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 ev'ning gale.
Էջ 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Էջ 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Էջ 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...