The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1869 - 612 sider |
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... Mary , Queen of Scots ... 216 EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith 218 To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . 223 To the same .. 228 To the same ... 231 Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet 233 To the same . To Mr. William Tytler .. To ...
... Mary , Queen of Scots ... 216 EPISTLES . Epistles to James Smith 218 To John Lapraik , an old Scottish Bard . 223 To the same .. 228 To the same ... 231 Epistle to Davie , a brother Poet 233 To the same . To Mr. William Tytler .. To ...
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... Mary . Bonnie Peg ... Bonnie wee thing . Braw lads of Galla water By yon castle wa ' 876 444 886 533 By Allan stream I chanced to rove .. Ca ' the yowes to the knowes . 890 454 875 Caledonia .. 456 Can I cease to care ... 427 Canst thou ...
... Mary . Bonnie Peg ... Bonnie wee thing . Braw lads of Galla water By yon castle wa ' 876 444 886 533 By Allan stream I chanced to rove .. Ca ' the yowes to the knowes . 890 454 875 Caledonia .. 456 Can I cease to care ... 427 Canst thou ...
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... Mary . Honest poverty How can I be blythe and glad ? How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night Husband and wife .. I do confess thou art sae fair .. I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing . I hae a wife o ' my ain ...
... Mary . Honest poverty How can I be blythe and glad ? How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night Husband and wife .. I do confess thou art sae fair .. I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing . I hae a wife o ' my ain ...
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... Mary Morrison Meg o ' the Mill Montgomerie's Peggy . 417 472 389 882 362 550 443 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion .. Merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle Musing on the roaring ocean .. My ain kind dearie O .. My collier laddie .. My ...
... Mary Morrison Meg o ' the Mill Montgomerie's Peggy . 417 472 389 882 362 550 443 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion .. Merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle Musing on the roaring ocean .. My ain kind dearie O .. My collier laddie .. My ...
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... Mary Rattlin ' roarin ' Willie Robin shure in hairst .. Sae far awa Saw ye my Phely Sensibility how charming . She says she lo'es me best of a ' . She's fair and fause ... Simmer's a pleasant time Sir Wisdom's a fool . Song of death ...
... Mary Rattlin ' roarin ' Willie Robin shure in hairst .. Sae far awa Saw ye my Phely Sensibility how charming . She says she lo'es me best of a ' . She's fair and fause ... Simmer's a pleasant time Sir Wisdom's a fool . Song of death ...
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Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet syne taen tear tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The verses wander weary weel whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Side 298 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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 347 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! 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.
Side 106 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Side 487 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Side 205 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Side 378 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Side 569 - IT was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' king "We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; "We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Side 93 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious ! 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 nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...