The Works of Robert Burns;: Poems formerly published, with some additionsT. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand; and A. Constable and Company, Manners and Miller, Fairbairn and Anderson, A. Black, W. and C. Tait, at Edinburgh; and G. Clark, at Aberdeen., 1820 |
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... pride in , And ( what's aft mair than a ' the lave ) Your better art o ' hiding . f IV . Think , when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop , What ragings must his veins convulse , That still eternal gallop : Wi ' wind and ...
... pride in , And ( what's aft mair than a ' the lave ) Your better art o ' hiding . f IV . Think , when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop , What ragings must his veins convulse , That still eternal gallop : Wi ' wind and ...
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... pride , And jump out - owre the chimlie Fu ' high that night . VIII . 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 bleez'd owre her , an ' she owre him ...
... pride , And jump out - owre the chimlie Fu ' high that night . VIII . 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 bleez'd owre her , an ' she owre him ...
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... woo my Jenny , Ye then was trottin wi ' your minnie : Tho ' ye was trickie , slee , an ' funnie , Ye ne'er was donsie ; But hamely , tawie , quiet , an ' cannie , An ' unco sonsie . That That day , ye pranc'd wi ' muckle pride , 141.
... woo my Jenny , Ye then was trottin wi ' your minnie : Tho ' ye was trickie , slee , an ' funnie , Ye ne'er was donsie ; But hamely , tawie , quiet , an ' cannie , An ' unco sonsie . That That day , ye pranc'd wi ' muckle pride , 141.
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Robert Burns James Currie. That day , ye pranc'd wi ' muckle pride , When ye bure hame my bonny bride : An ' sweet and gracefu ' she did ride , Wi ' maiden air ! Kyle Stewart I could bragged wide , For sic a pair . Tho ' now ye dow but ...
Robert Burns James Currie. That day , ye pranc'd wi ' muckle pride , When ye bure hame my bonny bride : An ' sweet and gracefu ' she did ride , Wi ' maiden air ! Kyle Stewart I could bragged wide , For sic a pair . Tho ' now ye dow but ...
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... pride . II . It's hardly in a body's pow'r , To keep , at times , frae being sour , To see how things are shar'd ; How best o'chiels are whiles in want , While coofs on countless thousands rant , And ken na how to wair't : But Davie ...
... pride . II . It's hardly in a body's pow'r , To keep , at times , frae being sour , To see how things are shar'd ; How best o'chiels are whiles in want , While coofs on countless thousands rant , And ken na how to wair't : But Davie ...
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Side 180 - 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 204 - ... 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 flow'ret 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 178 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Side 307 - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Side 291 - 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, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Side 296 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Side 294 - Nick in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge ; He screw'd the pipes, and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Side 297 - And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Side 5 - Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, . . . ' How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, Hell apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an
Side 148 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an