The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings. To which are prefixed, some observations on the character and condition of the Scottish peasantry. As ed. by J. Currie, Թողարկում 672,Հատոր 31816 |
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... Scotland's isle . Upon a simmer Sunday morn Upon that night , when fairies light We cam na here to view your warks Wee . modest , crimson - tipped flower . Wee , sleekit , cow'rin , tim'rous beastie When biting Boreas , fell and doure ...
... Scotland's isle . Upon a simmer Sunday morn Upon that night , when fairies light We cam na here to view your warks Wee . modest , crimson - tipped flower . Wee , sleekit , cow'rin , tim'rous beastie When biting Boreas , fell and doure ...
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... Scotland's isle , That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar ...
... Scotland's isle , That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing thro ' the afternoon , Twa dogs that were na thrang at hame , Forgather'd ance upon a time . The first I'll name , they ca'd him Cæsar ...
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... An ' Aits set up their awnie horn , An ' Pease and Beans at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain B. G On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple 11 Scotch drink ̈ ̈ ̈ ̈.
... An ' Aits set up their awnie horn , An ' Pease and Beans at e'en or morn , Perfume the plain , Leeze me on thee , John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain B. G On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple 11 Scotch drink ̈ ̈ ̈ ̈.
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Robert Burns James Currie. On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food ...
Robert Burns James Currie. On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food ...
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... Scotland's cash To her warst faes . Ye Scots , wha wish auld Scotland well ! - Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ! It sets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May ...
... Scotland's cash To her warst faes . Ye Scots , wha wish auld Scotland well ! - Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ! It sets you ill , Wi ' bitter , dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or foreign gill . May ...
Common terms and phrases
aith amang ance auld bairns baith bard Beneath blast blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw Brig bright brunstane burn cauld charms chiel corn Cutty-sark dear death deil Dimini dinna e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fear frae gies grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n herds honest honour ither John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses Mailie maist Mauchline maun mony mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre plough poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round Samson's dead sang Scotland Shanter sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wind winna wretches ye hae ye'll ye're Yokin
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Էջ 124 - 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 94 - 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 127 - 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 126 - 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.
Էջ 220 - 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 or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Էջ 219 - 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, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Էջ 113 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash!
Էջ 139 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Էջ 127 - And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of Hell, in wickedness refin'd ! O Scotia!
Էջ 125 - 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 !