The poetical works of Robert Burns, Oplag 351Bell, 1870 |
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Side vii
... Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Calf 452 Address to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righteous 453 400 A Dream 455 The Gowden Locks of Anna 400 Ode . Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. O , wat ye what my Minnie did ? 401 Oswald , of ...
... Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Calf 452 Address to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righteous 453 400 A Dream 455 The Gowden Locks of Anna 400 Ode . Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. O , wat ye what my Minnie did ? 401 Oswald , of ...
Side x
... ' s the Jewel 605 O'er the Moor amang the Heather Then , Guidwife , count the Lawin 605 To the Rosebud The Soger Laddie 606 The Tears I Shed must ever Fall . Where wad Bonnie Annie lie ? 606 Dainty Davie Galloway Tam 607 Bob o ' Dumblanc.
... ' s the Jewel 605 O'er the Moor amang the Heather Then , Guidwife , count the Lawin 605 To the Rosebud The Soger Laddie 606 The Tears I Shed must ever Fall . Where wad Bonnie Annie lie ? 606 Dainty Davie Galloway Tam 607 Bob o ' Dumblanc.
Side 2
... amang the farmers roun ' , Some ca ' the pleugh , some herd , some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope , their Jenny , woman grown , In youthfu ' bloom , love sparkling in her e'e , Comes hame , perhaps , to ...
... amang the farmers roun ' , Some ca ' the pleugh , some herd , some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope , their Jenny , woman grown , In youthfu ' bloom , love sparkling in her e'e , Comes hame , perhaps , to ...
Side 10
... amang groves o ' myrtles : Then bouses drumlys German water , To mak ' himsel ' look fair and fatter , An ' clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of Carnival signoras . For Britain's guid ! -for her destruction ! Wi ...
... amang groves o ' myrtles : Then bouses drumlys German water , To mak ' himsel ' look fair and fatter , An ' clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of Carnival signoras . For Britain's guid ! -for her destruction ! Wi ...
Side 23
... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes : Poor Mailie's dead ! It's ...
... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes : Poor Mailie's dead ! It's ...
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amang arms auld banks bard beneath bonnie called charms comes dead dear death e'en e'er face fair faith fate fear fire flowers frae gi'e give grace guid ha'e hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honest honour hope hour I'll John kind land lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair mark Mary meet mind mony morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre play pleasure Poet poor pride roar Robert round scenes Scotland sing song soul spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought Till Tune turned wander weary weel whistle wild wind winter wish worth young
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Side 425 - 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 xxvi - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Side 25 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Side 315 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie 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 in the tunefu...
Side 405 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 68 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Side 324 - 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 347 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Side 55 - 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 power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast ! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Side 49 - Think on the dungeon's grim confine, Where guilt and poor misfortune pine ! Guilt, erring man, relenting view ! But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low, By cruel fortune's undeserved blow? Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! " I heard nae mair, for Chanticleer Shook off the pouthery snaw, And hail'd the morning with a cheer, A cottage-rousing craw. But deep this truth impress'd my mind — Thro' all His works abroad,...