The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Oplag 361868 |
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Side 43
... lassie she had worn , In longitude though sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie , - Ah ! little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee Nannie , Wi ' twa pund Scots , ( twas a ' her riches , ) Wad ...
... lassie she had worn , In longitude though sorely scanty , It was her best , and she was vauntie , - Ah ! little kenn'd thy reverend grannie , That sark she coft for her wee Nannie , Wi ' twa pund Scots , ( twas a ' her riches , ) Wad ...
Side 51
... lassie will ye go , will ye go , will ye go , Bonny lassie will ye go , to the Birks of Aber- feldy ? Now summer blinks on flowery braes , And o'er the crystal streamlet plays , Come , let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of ...
... lassie will ye go , will ye go , will ye go , Bonny lassie will ye go , to the Birks of Aber- feldy ? Now summer blinks on flowery braes , And o'er the crystal streamlet plays , Come , let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of ...
Side 53
... lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between : But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I hear her ...
... lassie lives , The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow , and rivers row , And mony a hill between : But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi ' my Jean . I see her in the dewy flowers , I see her sweet and fair : I hear her ...
Side 57
... lassie , what shall a young lassie , What can a young lassie do wi ' an auld man ? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an ' lan ' ; Bad luck on the pennie , & c . He's always compleenin ' frae ...
... lassie , what shall a young lassie , What can a young lassie do wi ' an auld man ? Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an ' lan ' ; Bad luck on the pennie , & c . He's always compleenin ' frae ...
Side 58
... LASSIE . IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel , Says , " I'll be wed come o't what will ; " Out ...
... LASSIE . IN simmer when the hay was mawn , And corn wav'd green in ilka field , While claver blooms white o'er the lea , And roses blaw in ilka bield ; Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel , Says , " I'll be wed come o't what will ; " Out ...
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57 Song amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beauty bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear sir deil Dumfries e'en e'er Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland fair fancy fate father favourite Fête Champêtre frae Gala Water genius give glen hame happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble Kilmarnock kind laddie lady lass lassie letter Lord madam Mauchline maun mind mony morning muse ne'er never night Note o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetic poor pride rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanzas sweet Tarbolton taste tears tell thee There's THOMSON thou thought thro tion tune unco verses weary weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie wind wish worth ye'll young
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Side 16 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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
Side 16 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Side 85 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Side 13 - 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 his first followers and servants sped: The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Side 62 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Side 57 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How...
Side 141 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the /Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or wo beyond death and the grave.
Side 13 - 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.
Side 9 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An" naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Side 49 - 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