The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 sider |
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... blaw And bar the doors wi ' driving snaw , And hing us owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely , westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I ...
... blaw And bar the doors wi ' driving snaw , And hing us owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely , westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I ...
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... blaw ; But just thy step a wee thing hastit , Thou snoov't awa . My pleugh is now thy bairn - time a ' : Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye sax mae , I've sell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ...
... blaw ; But just thy step a wee thing hastit , Thou snoov't awa . My pleugh is now thy bairn - time a ' : Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye sax mae , I've sell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ...
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... blaw , Protect thee frae the driving shower , The bitter frost and snaw ! May He , the friend of woe and want , Who heals life's various stounds , Protect and guard the mother plant , And heal her cruel wounds ! But late she flourish'd ...
... blaw , Protect thee frae the driving shower , The bitter frost and snaw ! May He , the friend of woe and want , Who heals life's various stounds , Protect and guard the mother plant , And heal her cruel wounds ! But late she flourish'd ...
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... blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come , Far better want ' 90 BURNS ...
... blaw ye south , If ye dissemble ! Does ony great man glunch an ' gloom ? Speak out , an ' never fash your thumb ! Let posts an ' pensions sink or soom Wi ' them wha grant ' em : If honestly they canna come , Far better want ' 90 BURNS ...
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... blaw , In vain to me the violets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . And maun I still , & c . The merry ploughboy cheers the team , Wi ' joy the tentie seedsman stalks , But life to me's a weary ...
... blaw , In vain to me the violets spring ; In vain to me , in glen or shaw , The mavis and the lintwhite sing . And maun I still , & c . The merry ploughboy cheers the team , Wi ' joy the tentie seedsman stalks , But life to me's a weary ...
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The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2014 |
The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2014 |
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ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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Side 132 - 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 grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Side 13 - 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 74 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Side 142 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Side 137 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Side 139 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Side 130 - 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 12 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Side 131 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Side 15 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...