The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing His Poems, Songs, and CorrespondencePhillips, Sampson,, 1855 - 482 sider |
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... Mourn . A Dirge 95 sented to an old Sweetheart then married 123 To Ruin 96 A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton , Esq . 123 To John Goudie of Kilmarnock , on the publica- tion of his Essays 97 To J. Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . First ...
... Mourn . A Dirge 95 sented to an old Sweetheart then married 123 To Ruin 96 A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton , Esq . 123 To John Goudie of Kilmarnock , on the publica- tion of his Essays 97 To J. Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . First ...
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... Mourn . " He found other teachers - of a tenderer nature and softer influence . " You know , " he says to Moore , " ur country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labours of harvest . In my fifteenth autumn my ...
... Mourn . " He found other teachers - of a tenderer nature and softer influence . " You know , " he says to Moore , " ur country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labours of harvest . In my fifteenth autumn my ...
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... Mourn " takes the part of the humble and the homeless , against the coldness and selfishness of the wealthy and the powerful , a favourite topic of meditation with Burns . He refrained , for awhile , from making " Death and Doctor ...
... Mourn " takes the part of the humble and the homeless , against the coldness and selfishness of the wealthy and the powerful , a favourite topic of meditation with Burns . He refrained , for awhile , from making " Death and Doctor ...
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... mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them to my master dear . " Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! 2 A ...
... mourn my woefu ' case ! My dying words attentive hear , An ' bear them to my master dear . " Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! 2 A ...
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... mourning weed ; He's lost a friend and neebor dear , In Mailie dead . Thro ' a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat , when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : A friend mair ...
... mourning weed ; He's lost a friend and neebor dear , In Mailie dead . Thro ' a ' the toun she trotted by him ; A lang half - mile she could descry him ; Wi ' kindly bleat , when she did spy him , She ran wi ' speed : A friend mair ...
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COMP WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS Robert 1759-1796 Burns,Allan 1784-1842 Ed Cunningham Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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amang auld baith bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear dearie death deil Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fear Fintray flowers frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame hand heart Heaven Highland honest honour Jacobitism Jamie John kirk lady laird lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert Burns rustic says Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul strain sweet taste tears tell thee There's thou thro Tune unco verses weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
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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...