The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by W.M. Rossetti. ed. by W.M. Rosetti [sic].Macmillan, 1879 |
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... Heart's in the Highlands The Banks of Nith Tam Glen The Tailor • • Ye hae lien wrang , lassie There's a Youth in this City Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair Come , rede me , dame The Captain's Lady Oh , merry hae I been teethin ...
... Heart's in the Highlands The Banks of Nith Tam Glen The Tailor • • Ye hae lien wrang , lassie There's a Youth in this City Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair Come , rede me , dame The Captain's Lady Oh , merry hae I been teethin ...
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... heart melts at human wretchedness ; And with sincere , though unavailing , sighs , I view the helpless children of distress . With tears indignant I behold the oppressor Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction , Whose unsubmitting heart ...
... heart melts at human wretchedness ; And with sincere , though unavailing , sighs , I view the helpless children of distress . With tears indignant I behold the oppressor Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction , Whose unsubmitting heart ...
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... heart will never get aboon His Mailie dead . OH WHY THE DEUCE SHOULD I REPINE ? The following is an impromptu : - OH why the deuce should I repine , And be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine- I'll go and be a ...
... heart will never get aboon His Mailie dead . OH WHY THE DEUCE SHOULD I REPINE ? The following is an impromptu : - OH why the deuce should I repine , And be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine- I'll go and be a ...
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... heart that warmly seems to feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part- ' Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . The frank address , the soft caress , Are worse than poison'd darts of steel ; The frank address and politesse Are all finesse in ...
... heart that warmly seems to feel ; That feeling heart but acts a part- ' Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel . The frank address , the soft caress , Are worse than poison'd darts of steel ; The frank address and politesse Are all finesse in ...
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... heart ; But Doctor Hornbook , wi ' his art And cursed skill , Has made them baith no worth a f ― t , Damn'd haet they'll kill . " Twas but yestreen , nae further gaen , I threw a noble throw at ane ; Wi ' less , I'm sure , I've hundreds ...
... heart ; But Doctor Hornbook , wi ' his art And cursed skill , Has made them baith no worth a f ― t , Damn'd haet they'll kill . " Twas but yestreen , nae further gaen , I threw a noble throw at ane ; Wi ' less , I'm sure , I've hundreds ...
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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 !