Poems, Bind 1W. Kent, 1881 |
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Side 27
... owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften playe .. There's monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root and branch , Some rascal's ROBERT BURNS . 47 27.
... owre true that ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften playe .. There's monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root and branch , Some rascal's ROBERT BURNS . 47 27.
Side 30
... owre the devil's pictured beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like onie unhanged blackguard . There's some exception , man an ' woman ; But this is gentry's life in common . By this , the sun was out o ' sight ...
... owre the devil's pictured beuks ; Stake on a chance a farmer's stackyard , An ' cheat like onie unhanged blackguard . There's some exception , man an ' woman ; But this is gentry's life in common . By this , the sun was out o ' sight ...
Side 31
... owre the lays , in splendid blaze , On sprightly coursers prance ; Or for Colean the route is ta'en , Beneath the moon's pale beams ; There up the Cove to stray and rove , Amang the rocks and streams Το sport that night . Amang the ...
... owre the lays , in splendid blaze , On sprightly coursers prance ; Or for Colean the route is ta'en , Beneath the moon's pale beams ; There up the Cove to stray and rove , Amang the rocks and streams Το sport that night . Amang the ...
Side 32
... owre their shouther ; An ' gif the custoc's sweet or sour , Wi ' joctelegs they taste them ; Syne cozily , aboon the door , Wi ' cannie care they've placed them To lie that night . The lasses staw frae ' mang them a ' To pou their ...
... owre their shouther ; An ' gif the custoc's sweet or sour , Wi ' joctelegs they taste them ; Syne cozily , aboon the door , Wi ' cannie care they've placed them To lie that night . The lasses staw frae ' mang them a ' To pou their ...
Side 33
... owre the chimlie Fu ' high that night . Jean slips in twa wi ' tentie e'e ; Wha ' twas , she wadna tell ; But this is Jock , an ' this is me , She says in to hersel ' : He bleezed owre her , and she owre him , As they wad never mair ...
... owre the chimlie Fu ' high that night . Jean slips in twa wi ' tentie e'e ; Wha ' twas , she wadna tell ; But this is Jock , an ' this is me , She says in to hersel ' : He bleezed owre her , and she owre him , As they wad never mair ...
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aboon AE FOND KISS Amang auld auld lang syne baith banks birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast canna cauld charms Chloris Collier Laddie dearie Deil e'en e'er Eppie fair Farewell fête champêtre flowers frae gi'e glen green guid hame heart Heaven Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie Jean John Barleycorn Kenmure's kiss laird lassie lave o't lo'es Lord Lord Gregory luve maid Mary maun merry mony morning Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poor pride roar round sang simmer sing snaw sodger sugh sweet syne tell thee There's thine unco wander weary wee thing weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't Ye'll young young Jessie
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Side 22 - 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. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Side 21 - 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 98 - 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 power, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' speckled breast, When upward springing blithe to greet The purpling East.
Side 174 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love?
Side 19 - 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 22 - O ! 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-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 126 - MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 229 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Side 18 - 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 217 - 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.