Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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Strana 27
... Sweet lafs , ' I think ye feem to ken me ; I'm fure I've feen that bonie face , But yet I canna name ye . ' Quo ' fhe , an ' laughin as fhe fpak , An ' taks me by the hauns , Ye , for my fake , hae gin the feck Of a ' the ten commauns A ...
... Sweet lafs , ' I think ye feem to ken me ; I'm fure I've feen that bonie face , But yet I canna name ye . ' Quo ' fhe , an ' laughin as fhe fpak , An ' taks me by the hauns , Ye , for my fake , hae gin the feck Of a ' the ten commauns A ...
Strana 53
... Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring ; Then , crown'd with low'ry hay , came Rural Joy , And Summer , with his fervid - beaming eye : All chearing plenty , with her flowing horn , Led yellow Autumn wreathed with nodding corn ...
... Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring ; Then , crown'd with low'ry hay , came Rural Joy , And Summer , with his fervid - beaming eye : All chearing plenty , with her flowing horn , Led yellow Autumn wreathed with nodding corn ...
Strana 65
... Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry fwaird , In fhady bow'r . Then you , ye auld , fnick drawing dog ! Ye cam to Paradise incog , An ' play'd on man a curfed brogue , ( Black be your fa ' ! ) An ' gied the infant warld a fhog , ? ' Maift ruin ...
... Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry fwaird , In fhady bow'r . Then you , ye auld , fnick drawing dog ! Ye cam to Paradise incog , An ' play'd on man a curfed brogue , ( Black be your fa ' ! ) An ' gied the infant warld a fhog , ? ' Maift ruin ...
Strana 73
... Sweet'ner of Life , and folder of Society ! I owe thee much- DEAR BLAIR . EAR S **** , the fleeeft , paukie thief , That e'er attempted stealth or rief , Ye furely hae fome warlock - breef For ne'er a bofom yet was prief Owre human ...
... Sweet'ner of Life , and folder of Society ! I owe thee much- DEAR BLAIR . EAR S **** , the fleeeft , paukie thief , That e'er attempted stealth or rief , Ye furely hae fome warlock - breef For ne'er a bofom yet was prief Owre human ...
Strana 131
... sweet in Zion glide , He wales a portion with judicious care ; 7 And let us worship GOD ! ' he fays , with folemn airg XIII ... They chaunt their artless notes in fimple guife ; They tune their hearts by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ...
... sweet in Zion glide , He wales a portion with judicious care ; 7 And let us worship GOD ! ' he fays , with folemn airg XIII ... They chaunt their artless notes in fimple guife ; They tune their hearts by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ...
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Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two ..., Zväzok 2 Robert Burns Úplné zobrazenie - 1800 |
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Strana 109 - 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 26 - Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
Strana 110 - 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?
Strana 39 - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a* your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Strana 200 - They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro.
Strana 108 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?
Strana 122 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Strana 31 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; 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...
Strana 107 - 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
Strana 51 - But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — Still hae a stake : I'm wae to think upo...