The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition: Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author: with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1859 - 524 sider |
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... blest , O Lord ! ' I particularly remember one half stanza , which was music to my boyish ear : ' For though on dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave . ' I met with these pieces in Mason's English Collection , one of my school ...
... blest , O Lord ! ' I particularly remember one half stanza , which was music to my boyish ear : ' For though on dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave . ' I met with these pieces in Mason's English Collection , one of my school ...
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... blest with health , and peace , and sweet content And , O ! may Heav'n their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion , weak and vile ! Then , howe'er crowns and coronets be rent , A virtuous populace may rise the while , And stand ...
... blest with health , and peace , and sweet content And , O ! may Heav'n their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion , weak and vile ! Then , howe'er crowns and coronets be rent , A virtuous populace may rise the while , And stand ...
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... the sweeping blast . For why ? That God , the good adore , Hath giv❜n them peace and rest , But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly blest . THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM . O 92 BURNS S POEMS . The First Psalm,
... the sweeping blast . For why ? That God , the good adore , Hath giv❜n them peace and rest , But hath decreed that wicked men Shall ne'er be truly blest . THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM . O 92 BURNS S POEMS . The First Psalm,
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... ! ill - match'd pair Show man was made to mourn . VI . A few seem favorites of Fate , In Pleasure's lap carest ; Yet , think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest . But oh ! what crowds , in ev'ry land , BURNS'S POEMS . 383.
... ! ill - match'd pair Show man was made to mourn . VI . A few seem favorites of Fate , In Pleasure's lap carest ; Yet , think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest . But oh ! what crowds , in ev'ry land , BURNS'S POEMS . 383.
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... blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! A WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads , and unfed sides , Your loop'd and window'd ...
... blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! A WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless heads , and unfed sides , Your loop'd and window'd ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonie bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS claut dear dearie death Deil dimin Dumfries e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flower frae gien glen guid hame haud heart Heav'n Highland honest honor humble ilka ither John Barleycorn lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun monie morn mourn Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet syne taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro TUNE unco weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Side 229 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Side 226 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Side 316 - 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 81 - 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!
Side 82 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Side 189 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Side 80 - O, happy love ! where love like this is found ; O, heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, 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 452 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Side 224 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
Side 231 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...