The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by W.M. Rossetti. ed. by W.M. Rosetti [sic].Macmillan, 1879 |
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... Lord Daer 125 Address to Edinburgh 127 The Poet's Welcome to his Illegitimate Child 128 To Mrs. C , on receiving a Work of Hannah More's . 129 To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems as a New - Year's Gift , Jan. 1 , 1787 Verses intended ...
... Lord Daer 125 Address to Edinburgh 127 The Poet's Welcome to his Illegitimate Child 128 To Mrs. C , on receiving a Work of Hannah More's . 129 To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems as a New - Year's Gift , Jan. 1 , 1787 Verses intended ...
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... Lord Gregory Open the door to me , oh ! Young Jessie The Poor and Honest Sodger Meg o ' the Mill Meg o ' the Mill . Second Version Welcome to General Dumourier The last time I came o'er the moor Farewell , thou stream Blithe hae I been ...
... Lord Gregory Open the door to me , oh ! Young Jessie The Poor and Honest Sodger Meg o ' the Mill Meg o ' the Mill . Second Version Welcome to General Dumourier The last time I came o'er the moor Farewell , thou stream Blithe hae I been ...
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... Light herds will whistle And think it fine : The Lord's cause ne'er gat sic a twistle Sin ' I hae min ' . 2 Dogs . 3 Stray sheep and old ewes . B O sirs ! whae'er wad hae expeckit , Your duty POEMS . 17 The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulzie.
... Light herds will whistle And think it fine : The Lord's cause ne'er gat sic a twistle Sin ' I hae min ' . 2 Dogs . 3 Stray sheep and old ewes . B O sirs ! whae'er wad hae expeckit , Your duty POEMS . 17 The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulzie.
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... Lord , thou kens what zeal I bear , When drinkers drink , and swearers swear , And singing there , and dancing here , Wi ' great and sma ' ; For I am keepit , by thy fear , Free frae them a ' . But yet , O Lord ! confess I must , At ...
... Lord , thou kens what zeal I bear , When drinkers drink , and swearers swear , And singing there , and dancing here , Wi ' great and sma ' ; For I am keepit , by thy fear , Free frae them a ' . But yet , O Lord ! confess I must , At ...
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... Lord ! yestreen , thou kens , wi ' Meg- Thy pardon I sincerely beg , Oh , may it ne'er be a livin ' plague , To my dishonour , And I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg Again upon her . Besides , I farther maun avow , Wi ' Lizzie's lass , three ...
... Lord ! yestreen , thou kens , wi ' Meg- Thy pardon I sincerely beg , Oh , may it ne'er be a livin ' plague , To my dishonour , And I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg Again upon her . Besides , I farther maun avow , Wi ' Lizzie's lass , three ...
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Allan Ramsay amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bonny lass bosom braes braw Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland epistle Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Gavin Hamilton glen grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lassie lave o't lo'es Lord Mauchline maun merry mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar Robert ROBERT BURNS sang says Scotland Scottish sing sodger song sweet ta'en tear tell thee There's thou thyme Tune-"The unco verses wadna wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle wild Willie wind ye'll ye're young
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Side 36 - 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 evening gale.
Side 348 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 446 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 179 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can pomt 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...
Side 89 - 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 406 - 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
Side 336 - THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Side 180 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Side 86 - 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.
Side 36 - 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 !