Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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Strana 25
... blow . Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes , wi ' fearless eye he sees him ; Wi ' bluidy han ' a welcome gies him : An ' when he fa's , His lateft draught o ' breathin lea's him In faint huzzas . Sages their ...
... blow . Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes , wi ' fearless eye he sees him ; Wi ' bluidy han ' a welcome gies him : An ' when he fa's , His lateft draught o ' breathin lea's him In faint huzzas . Sages their ...
Strana 140
... Blow , blow , ye winds , with heavier gust ! And freeze , thou bitter biting froft ! Defcend , ye chilly , fmothering Snows ! Not all [ 140 ]
... Blow , blow , ye winds , with heavier gust ! And freeze , thou bitter biting froft ! Defcend , ye chilly , fmothering Snows ! Not all [ 140 ]
Strana 142
... blow ? Affliction's fons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve , how exquifite the blifs ! ' I heard nae mair for Chanticleer ! Shook off the pouthery fnaw , And hail'd the morning with a cheer , A cottage [ 142 ]
... blow ? Affliction's fons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve , how exquifite the blifs ! ' I heard nae mair for Chanticleer ! Shook off the pouthery fnaw , And hail'd the morning with a cheer , A cottage [ 142 ]
Strana 160
... limbs Are laid with thee at reft ! The Great , the Wealthy fear thy blow ,. From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , Oh ! a bleft relief to thofe That weary - laden mourn ! WINTER . A DIRGE . THE I. HE Wintry Weft [ 160 ]
... limbs Are laid with thee at reft ! The Great , the Wealthy fear thy blow ,. From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , Oh ! a bleft relief to thofe That weary - laden mourn ! WINTER . A DIRGE . THE I. HE Wintry Weft [ 160 ]
Strana 166
... blow , Or ftill the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r affift ev'n me , Those headlong , furious paffions to confine For all unfit I feel my powers be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; ; O , aid me with ...
... blow , Or ftill the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r affift ev'n me , Those headlong , furious paffions to confine For all unfit I feel my powers be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; ; O , aid me with ...
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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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aith Amang auld baith Bard blate bleft bonie braw breaft Brig Clootie corn Crunt dear Deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry faft fair fame fark fcream fear fhall fhould fide fight filly fimple fing fmall focial fome foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet fwelling grace hame heart Heaven Hellim himfel honeft horfe houſe ilka ither John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallan lefs leuk maun mony mourn muckle Mufe Mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor night o'er owre pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pride Profe reft rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round ruftic Samfon's dead Scotch Scotland ſhe tear tell thae thee thefe thegither thofe thou thro unco weary weel Weft Whare whofe Whyles WILLIAM MAGEE Ye'll ye're
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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...