The poetical works of Robert BurnsJ. B. Lippincott, 1814 - 604 страници |
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... door on frosty winds ; The nappy reeks wi ' mantling ream , An ' sheds a 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 ...
... door on frosty winds ; The nappy reeks wi ' mantling ream , An ' sheds a 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 ...
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... door , Wi ' tidings o ' d - mn - t — n . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' G― present him , The vera sight o ' ***** ' s face , To's ain het hame had sent him Wi ' fright that day . Hear how he clears the points o ...
... door , Wi ' tidings o ' d - mn - t — n . Should Hornie , as in ancient days , ' Mang sons o ' G― present him , The vera sight o ' ***** ' s face , To's ain het hame had sent him Wi ' fright that day . Hear how he clears the points o ...
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... doors , in nameless sculpture drest , With order , symmetry , or state unblest ; The banks of Garpel Water is one of the few places in the west of Scotland , where those fancy - scaring beings , known by the of Ghaists , still continue ...
... doors , in nameless sculpture drest , With order , symmetry , or state unblest ; The banks of Garpel Water is one of the few places in the west of Scotland , where those fancy - scaring beings , known by the of Ghaists , still continue ...
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... door , And kneel , ' Ye Pow'rs ! ( and warm implore ) Tho ' I should wander terra o'er , In all her climes , Grant me but this , I ask no more , Ay rowth o ' rhymes . Gie dreeping roasts to countra lairds , Till icicles hing frae their ...
... door , And kneel , ' Ye Pow'rs ! ( and warm implore ) Tho ' I should wander terra o'er , In all her climes , Grant me but this , I ask no more , Ay rowth o ' rhymes . Gie dreeping roasts to countra lairds , Till icicles hing frae their ...
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... door gaed to the wa ' , An ' by my ingle - lowe I saw , Now bleezin bright , A tight outlandish hizzie , braw , Come full in sight . Ye need na doubt , I held my whisht ; The infant aith , half - form'd , was crush't ; I glowr'd as ...
... door gaed to the wa ' , An ' by my ingle - lowe I saw , Now bleezin bright , A tight outlandish hizzie , braw , Come full in sight . Ye need na doubt , I held my whisht ; The infant aith , half - form'd , was crush't ; I glowr'd as ...
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ae night amang auld baith bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses braes braw Brig brunstane Burns cauld charms dear deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs frae gies glen grace gude guid hame heart Heav'n honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn lasses lassie leuk Lord Lord Gregory maun mony morning mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never o'er owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS ROBERT FERGUSSON Robin Gray round Samson's dead Scotish Scotland sing skelpin song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't ye'll ye're
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Страница 92 - 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 !
Страница 94 - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, '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?
Страница 91 - Blythe 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...
Страница 142 - 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
Страница 224 - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Страница 90 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end. Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
Страница xvii - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. 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...
Страница 160 - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEA TH.
Страница 142 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
Страница 91 - 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...