The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings. To which are prefixed, some observations on the character and condition of the Scottish peasantry. As ed. by J. Currie, Брой 672, Том 31816 |
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... keep Them right and tight in thack an ' rape . An ' when they meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health , or want o ' masters , Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld and hunger ; But , how it ...
... keep Them right and tight in thack an ' rape . An ' when they meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health , or want o ' masters , Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld and hunger ; But , how it ...
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... keeps us livin ; Tho ' life's a gift no worth receivin , When heavy dragg'd wi ' pine an ' grievin ; But , oil'd by thee , The wheels o ' life gae down - hill , scrieviņ , Wi ' rattlin glee . Thou clears the head o ' doited Lear ; Thou ...
... keeps us livin ; Tho ' life's a gift no worth receivin , When heavy dragg'd wi ' pine an ' grievin ; But , oil'd by thee , The wheels o ' life gae down - hill , scrieviņ , Wi ' rattlin glee . Thou clears the head o ' doited Lear ; Thou ...
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... keep me sicker Tho ' leeward whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . I there wi ' Something did forgather , That put me in an eerie swither ; An awfu ' scythe , out - owre ae shouther , Clear - dangling , hang ; A three - taed ...
... keep me sicker Tho ' leeward whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . I there wi ' Something did forgather , That put me in an eerie swither ; An awfu ' scythe , out - owre ae shouther , Clear - dangling , hang ; A three - taed ...
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... keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O , bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ...
... keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O , bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will ; So may his flock increase , an ' grow To scores o ...
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... keep thee frae a tether string ! O , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! ' And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath , I lea'e blessin wi ...
... keep thee frae a tether string ! O , may thou ne'er forgather up Wi ' ony blastit , moorland toop ; But ay keep mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ! ' And now , my bairns , wi ' my last breath , I lea'e blessin wi ...
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aith amang ance auld bairns baith bard Beneath blast blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw Brig bright brunstane burn cauld charms chiel corn Cutty-sark dear death deil Dimini dinna e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fear frae gies grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n herds honest honour ither John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses Mailie maist Mauchline maun mony mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre plough poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round Samson's dead sang Scotland Shanter sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wind winna wretches ye hae ye'll ye're Yokin
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Страница 124 - And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Страница 94 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 127 - 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.
Страница 126 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 220 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Страница 219 - 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...
Страница 113 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash!
Страница 139 - 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 pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 127 - 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 refin'd ! O Scotia!
Страница 125 - 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 !