The Works of Robert Burns;: Poems formerly published, with some additionsT. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand; and A. Constable and Company, Manners and Miller, Fairbairn and Anderson, A. Black, W. and C. Tait, at Edinburgh; and G. Clark, at Aberdeen., 1820 |
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... Grace before Dinner On Sensibility , to Mrs. Dunlop . Page 336 539 341 344 347 348 · 349 351 353 357 • 358 359 360 361 363 364 367 $ 69 370 · 371 • 372 · 373 374 375 ibid . 376 377 378 On taking Leave at a Place in the Highlands The ...
... Grace before Dinner On Sensibility , to Mrs. Dunlop . Page 336 539 341 344 347 348 · 349 351 353 357 • 358 359 360 361 363 364 367 $ 69 370 · 371 • 372 · 373 374 375 ibid . 376 377 378 On taking Leave at a Place in the Highlands The ...
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... grace Again the silent wheels of time . 324 207 • A guid New - year I wish thee , Maggie ! All hail ! inexorable lord ! Among the heathy hills and ragged woods · An honest man here lies at rest As I stood by yon roofless tower As Mailie ...
... grace Again the silent wheels of time . 324 207 • A guid New - year I wish thee , Maggie ! All hail ! inexorable lord ! Among the heathy hills and ragged woods · An honest man here lies at rest As I stood by yon roofless tower As Mailie ...
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... grace - proud faces ; On that a set o ' chaps at watch , Thrang winkin on the lasses To chairs that day . XI . O happy is that man an ' blest ! Nae wonder that it pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass that he likes best , Comes clinkin down ...
... grace - proud faces ; On that a set o ' chaps at watch , Thrang winkin on the lasses To chairs that day . XI . O happy is that man an ' blest ! Nae wonder that it pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass that he likes best , Comes clinkin down ...
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... lunches , An ' dawds that day . XXIV . In comes a gaucie , gash Guidwife , An ' sits down by the fire , Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife , The lasses they are shyer .. The The auld Guidmen , about the grace , Frae side 37.
... lunches , An ' dawds that day . XXIV . In comes a gaucie , gash Guidwife , An ' sits down by the fire , Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife , The lasses they are shyer .. The The auld Guidmen , about the grace , Frae side 37.
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... grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! O wives be mindfu ' , ance yoursel How bonie lads ye wanted , An ' dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On sic a day ! XXVI . Now Clinkumbell , wi ' rattlin tow , Begins to jow an ...
... grace , Or melvie his braw claithing ! O wives be mindfu ' , ance yoursel How bonie lads ye wanted , An ' dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On sic a day ! XXVI . Now Clinkumbell , wi ' rattlin tow , Begins to jow an ...
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aith amang ance auld baith bard beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld chiel countra dear deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry ev❜n faith fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gaun gien gies grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither Kilmarnock Laird lasses leuk life's Mailie maist Mauchline maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair naething Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre owre the sea pleugh poet poison'd poor pow'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin stane sugh sweet Syne tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whyles wild winna wretches Ye'll ye're
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Side 180 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 204 - ... spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Side 178 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Side 307 - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Side 291 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Side 296 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Side 294 - 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 297 - And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Side 5 - Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, . . . ' How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, Hell apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an
Side 148 - 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