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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... thee . Where are the Joys . Thou hast left me ever , Jamie Charming Month of May were I on Parnassus ' Hill The blissful Day 200 Let not Woman e'er complain O Philly . The Braes o ' Ballochmyle The happy Trio The blue - eyed Lassie hn ...
... thee . Where are the Joys . Thou hast left me ever , Jamie Charming Month of May were I on Parnassus ' Hill The blissful Day 200 Let not Woman e'er complain O Philly . The Braes o ' Ballochmyle The happy Trio The blue - eyed Lassie hn ...
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... thee , John Barleycorn , Thou King o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple SCOTCH DRINK .
... thee , John Barleycorn , Thou King o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple SCOTCH DRINK .
Side 7
... thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food fills the wame , an ' keeps us ...
... thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food fills the wame , an ' keeps us ...
Side 9
... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! -they rattle i ' their ranks Thou comes- At ither's a - s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland , lament frae coast to coast ! Now colic - grips , an ' barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! -they rattle i ' their ranks Thou comes- At ither's a - s ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland , lament frae coast to coast ! Now colic - grips , an ' barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
Side 30
... the Nowte . And when ye're number'd wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head- ' Here lies a famous Bullock ! ' O THOU ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie 30 THE CALF . The Calf.
... the Nowte . And when ye're number'd wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head- ' Here lies a famous Bullock ! ' O THOU ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie 30 THE CALF . The Calf.
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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...