Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert Burns, Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities with Glossarial Index and a Biographical MemoirMacmillan and Company, 1868 - 636 sider |
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... hour of six ; except a few minutes that we went out to pay our devotions to the glorious lamp of day peering over the towering top of Ben Lomond . We all kneeled ; our worthy landlord's son held the bowl , each man a full glass in his ...
... hour of six ; except a few minutes that we went out to pay our devotions to the glorious lamp of day peering over the towering top of Ben Lomond . We all kneeled ; our worthy landlord's son held the bowl , each man a full glass in his ...
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... hour , ragged Poverty dances all the lighter for his empty pockets , Death himself grins as he is poked in the lean ribs . And if , as is said , from the sweetest wine you can extract the sourest vinegar , one can fancy into what deadly ...
... hour , ragged Poverty dances all the lighter for his empty pockets , Death himself grins as he is poked in the lean ribs . And if , as is said , from the sweetest wine you can extract the sourest vinegar , one can fancy into what deadly ...
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... Hour 207 Dainty Willie's Wife To Mr. Cunningham fton Water Clarinda . Louis , what reck I by thee ? 208 Why , why tell thy Lover Bonie Bell ib . Caledonia For the sake of Somebody ib . On the Battle of Sheriff - Muir O May , thy Morn ...
... Hour 207 Dainty Willie's Wife To Mr. Cunningham fton Water Clarinda . Louis , what reck I by thee ? 208 Why , why tell thy Lover Bonie Bell ib . Caledonia For the sake of Somebody ib . On the Battle of Sheriff - Muir O May , thy Morn ...
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... kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee , short hour ayont the twal , Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that pleas'd mysel , And sae did Death . THE BRIGS OF AYR . A POEM . INSCRIBED TO DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK . 23.
... kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee , short hour ayont the twal , Which rais'd us baith : I took the way that pleas'd mysel , And sae did Death . THE BRIGS OF AYR . A POEM . INSCRIBED TO DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK . 23.
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... hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , ev'ry heavenly Power , You e'er should be a Stot ! Tho ' , when some kind , connubial Dear , Your but - and - ben adorns , The like has been that you may wear A noble head of horns . And , in ...
... hour Shall ever be your lot , Forbid it , ev'ry heavenly Power , You e'er should be a Stot ! Tho ' , when some kind , connubial Dear , Your but - and - ben adorns , The like has been that you may wear A noble head of horns . And , in ...
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amang auld Ayrshire Bard blast blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns canna cauld charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre frae Gavin Hamilton grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope humble ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock laddie lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet SYLVANDER tear tell thee There's thou thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs whyles wild Willie wish wretch ye'll ye're young
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Side 65 - 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 228 - SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Side 67 - An honest man's the noblest work of God " ; " And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? — a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Side 230 - Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Side 56 - WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Side 239 - 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.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Side 65 - 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 blate and laithfu', scarce can weel behave ; The mother, wi...
Side 64 - 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 208 - Thou minds me o' the happy days, When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o
Side 93 - 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...