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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Side 48
... scarce weel bred , ' Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , 6 When it was sair ; ' The wife slade cannie to her bed , ' But ne'er spak mair . ' A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , ' Or some curmurring in his guts , ' His only son for ...
... scarce weel bred , ' Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , 6 When it was sair ; ' The wife slade cannie to her bed , ' But ne'er spak mair . ' A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , ' Or some curmurring in his guts , ' His only son for ...
Side 58
... wat'ry glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet : While arts of Minstrelsy among them rung , And soul - ennobling bards heroic ditties sung . O had O had M'Lauchlan , thairm - inspiring Sage Been there 58.
... wat'ry glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet : While arts of Minstrelsy among them rung , And soul - ennobling bards heroic ditties sung . O had O had M'Lauchlan , thairm - inspiring Sage Been there 58.
Side 91
... I - but I shall haud me there- Wi ' you I'll scarce gang ony where- Then , Jamie , I shall say nae mair , But quat my sang , Content wi ' You to mak a pair , Whare'er I gang . A DREAM . A DREAM . Thoughts , words , and deeds , 91.
... I - but I shall haud me there- Wi ' you I'll scarce gang ony where- Then , Jamie , I shall say nae mair , But quat my sang , Content wi ' You to mak a pair , Whare'er I gang . A DREAM . A DREAM . Thoughts , words , and deeds , 91.
Side 94
... their station Than courts yon day . VI . And now ye've gien auld Britain peace , Her broken shins to plaster ; Your sair taxation does her fleece , Till she has scarce a tester ; For For me , thank God , my life's a lease 94.
... their station Than courts yon day . VI . And now ye've gien auld Britain peace , Her broken shins to plaster ; Your sair taxation does her fleece , Till she has scarce a tester ; For For me , thank God , my life's a lease 94.
Side 176
... youth ; he taks the mother's eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill - ta'en ; The father cracks of horses , pleughs , and kye . The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi ' joy . But But blate and laithfu ' , scarce can weel behave 176.
... youth ; he taks the mother's eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill - ta'en ; The father cracks of horses , pleughs , and kye . The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi ' joy . But But blate and laithfu ' , scarce can weel behave 176.
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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