The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Oplag 361868 |
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... mair provided : And though fatigued wi ' close employment , A blink o ' rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their gruseie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That ...
... mair provided : And though fatigued wi ' close employment , A blink o ' rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their gruseie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That ...
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... mair do guid , Play'd her that pliskie ! ) And now she's like to rin red - wud About her Whisky . An ' , Lord , if ance they pit her till't , Her tartan petticoat she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets ...
... mair do guid , Play'd her that pliskie ! ) And now she's like to rin red - wud About her Whisky . An ' , Lord , if ance they pit her till't , Her tartan petticoat she'll kilt , An ' durk an ' pistol at her belt , She'll tak the streets ...
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... mair Than either School or College : It kindles wit , it waukens lair , It pangs us fou o ' knowledge . Be't whisky gill , or penny wheep , Or ony stronger potion , It never fails , on drinking deep , To kittle up our notion By night or ...
... mair Than either School or College : It kindles wit , it waukens lair , It pangs us fou o ' knowledge . Be't whisky gill , or penny wheep , Or ony stronger potion , It never fails , on drinking deep , To kittle up our notion By night or ...
Side 7
... mair . Hornbook was by , wi ' ready art , And had sae fortified the part , That when I looked to my dart , It was sae blunt , Fient hact o't wad hae piere'd the heart Of a kail - runt . I drew my scythe in sic a fury , I nearland cowpit ...
... mair . Hornbook was by , wi ' ready art , And had sae fortified the part , That when I looked to my dart , It was sae blunt , Fient hact o't wad hae piere'd the heart Of a kail - runt . I drew my scythe in sic a fury , I nearland cowpit ...
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... mair the flower in field or meadow springs : Nae mair the grove wi ' airy concert rings , Except , perhaps , the robin's whistling glee , Proud o ' the height o ' some bit half - lang tree : The hoary morns precede the sunny days , Mild ...
... mair the flower in field or meadow springs : Nae mair the grove wi ' airy concert rings , Except , perhaps , the robin's whistling glee , Proud o ' the height o ' some bit half - lang tree : The hoary morns precede the sunny days , Mild ...
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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