The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 2Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 strán (strany) |
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Strana 24
... pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' , faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roaring lion , For prey ...
... pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' , faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roaring lion , For prey ...
Strana 34
... pow'r , " Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket , An ' slypet owre . When frosts lay lang , an ' snaws were deep , An ' threaten'd labour back to keep , I gied thy cog a wee - bit heap Aboon the timmer ; I ken'd my Maggie wad na ...
... pow'r , " Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket , An ' slypet owre . When frosts lay lang , an ' snaws were deep , An ' threaten'd labour back to keep , I gied thy cog a wee - bit heap Aboon the timmer ; I ken'd my Maggie wad na ...
Strana 44
... pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be , To rule their torrent in th'allowed line ; O , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! " " The ' Prayer ' and the Stanzas ...
... pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be , To rule their torrent in th'allowed line ; O , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! " " The ' Prayer ' and the Stanzas ...
Strana 69
... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I cou'd na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I cou'd na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
Strana 115
... pow'r , And gloriously she'll whang her Wi ' pith this day . Come , let a proper text be read , An ' touch it aff wi ' vigour , How graceless Ham * leugh at his dad , Which made Canaan a niger ; Or Phineas + drove the murdering blade ...
... pow'r , And gloriously she'll whang her Wi ' pith this day . Come , let a proper text be read , An ' touch it aff wi ' vigour , How graceless Ham * leugh at his dad , Which made Canaan a niger ; Or Phineas + drove the murdering blade ...
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Strana 278 - O, wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us an' foolish notion: what airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, and ev'n Devotion!
Strana 257 - 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.
Strana 255 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage 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.
Strana 146 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Strana 267 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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.
Strana 228 - 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.
Strana 255 - 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 !
Strana 258 - 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!
Strana 338 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear. He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Strana 175 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o