The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Bind 1–2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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Side 5
... heart engage , Thou shame an ' glory o ' our age ! Thy strang , expressive , pictur'd page , While time remains , Shall melt with love , or fire with rage , Thy native swains . VOL . I. SCOTISH POEMS . PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION ...
... heart engage , Thou shame an ' glory o ' our age ! Thy strang , expressive , pictur'd page , While time remains , Shall melt with love , or fire with rage , Thy native swains . VOL . I. SCOTISH POEMS . PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION ...
Side 11
... heart - throbbing gratitude of the bard , conscious how much he owes to benevolence and friendship , for gratifying him , if he deserves it , in that dearest wish of every poetic bosom - to be distinguished . He begs his readers ...
... heart - throbbing gratitude of the bard , conscious how much he owes to benevolence and friendship , for gratifying him , if he deserves it , in that dearest wish of every poetic bosom - to be distinguished . He begs his readers ...
Side 18
... heart's been wae , Poor tenant bodies , scant o ' cash , How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind their gear ; While they maun stan ' , wi ' aspect humble , An ...
... heart's been wae , Poor tenant bodies , scant o ' cash , How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind their gear ; While they maun stan ' , wi ' aspect humble , An ...
Side 19
... heart - inspiring steam ; The luntin pipe , an ' sneeshin mill , Are handed round wi ' right guid will ; The cantie auld folks crackin crouse , The young anes rantin thro ' the house , My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for ...
... heart - inspiring steam ; The luntin pipe , an ' sneeshin mill , Are handed round wi ' right guid will ; The cantie auld folks crackin crouse , The young anes rantin thro ' the house , My heart has been sae fain to see them , That I for ...
Side 22
... heart . The men cast out in party matches , Then sowther a ' in deep debauches ; Ae night they're mad wi ' drink an ' wh - ring , Niest day their life is past enduring . The ladies arm - in - arm in clusters , As great and gracious a ...
... heart . The men cast out in party matches , Then sowther a ' in deep debauches ; Ae night they're mad wi ' drink an ' wh - ring , Niest day their life is past enduring . The ladies arm - in - arm in clusters , As great and gracious a ...
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aith amaist amang auld azure skies bairns baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest blythe bonnie braes braw bright cauld corn crunt Cutty-sark dear deil dimin e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn kennin lasses Lord Lord Gregory maun merry ploughboy monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poor poussie pow'r pride rhyme rigs roar round rustic Samson's dead sark saw thee Scotia's Scotish Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne taen tear tell thegither thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild wind winna wrang wretch Ye'll ye're
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Side 130 - 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 129 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Side 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward 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 floweret 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 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Side 89 - 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 130 - 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 !
Side 130 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Side 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Side 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Side 54 - 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, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...