The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing His Poems, Songs, and CorrespondencePhillips, Sampson,, 1855 - 482 sider |
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... honour , the Monarch of the universe , for your welfare and happiness . When you go forth to waken the echoes , in the ancient and favourite amusement of your forefathers , may Pleasure ever be of your party : and may social joy await ...
... honour , the Monarch of the universe , for your welfare and happiness . When you go forth to waken the echoes , in the ancient and favourite amusement of your forefathers , may Pleasure ever be of your party : and may social joy await ...
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... honour me by allowing me to say in a note at whose suggestion it was made . " Professor Walker , who tells the anecdote , adds that Blair evaded , with equal good humour and decision , this not very polite request ; nor was this the ...
... honour me by allowing me to say in a note at whose suggestion it was made . " Professor Walker , who tells the anecdote , adds that Blair evaded , with equal good humour and decision , this not very polite request ; nor was this the ...
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... honour to their maker , which was more than he could say of the bulk of mankind ! He was proud - he remembered the ... honoured me , was a friendship dearest to my soul : your conversation and your corre- spondence were at once highly ...
... honour to their maker , which was more than he could say of the bulk of mankind ! He was proud - he remembered the ... honoured me , was a friendship dearest to my soul : your conversation and your corre- spondence were at once highly ...
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... honour to our language , our nation , and our species , that " Humility has depressed many a genius to a hermit , but never raised one to fame ! " If any critic catches at the word genius , the author tells him , once for all , that he ...
... honour to our language , our nation , and our species , that " Humility has depressed many a genius to a hermit , but never raised one to fame ! " If any critic catches at the word genius , the author tells him , once for all , that he ...
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... honour's lofty brow , The powers you proudly own ? Is there , beneath love's noble name , Can harbour , dark , the selfish aim , To bless himself alone ! Mark maiden innocence a prey To love - pretending snares , This boasted honour ...
... honour's lofty brow , The powers you proudly own ? Is there , beneath love's noble name , Can harbour , dark , the selfish aim , To bless himself alone ! Mark maiden innocence a prey To love - pretending snares , This boasted honour ...
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Side 237 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Side 118 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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 pow'r, Thou Bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Side 115 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose ; The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And, weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. Hi. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th'...
Side 278 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Side 237 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 116 - 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 172 - 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 172 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Side 117 - And oh ! may Heaven 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 a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Side 115 - MY lov'd my honor'd, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...