Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... e'er fae duddie , But he wad ftan't , as glad to fee him , An ' ftroant on ftanès an ' hillocks wi ' him , The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , ranting , raving billie , Wha for his friend and comrade had him , And in his ...
... e'er fae duddie , But he wad ftan't , as glad to fee him , An ' ftroant on ftanès an ' hillocks wi ' him , The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , ranting , raving billie , Wha for his friend and comrade had him , And in his ...
Strana 9
... e'er can fteer them , The vara thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' Winter's cauld , or Simmer's heat ...
... e'er can fteer them , The vara thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' Winter's cauld , or Simmer's heat ...
Strana 15
... e'er my Mufe has reason , wyte her countrymen ` wi ' treafon ! But monie daily wet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter feafon , E'er fpier their price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell fource o ...
... e'er my Mufe has reason , wyte her countrymen ` wi ' treafon ! But monie daily wet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter feafon , E'er fpier their price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell fource o ...
Strana 19
... E'er fin ' they laid that curst restriction , On Aquavita ; An ' rouze them up to ftrong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier Youth The honeft open , naked truth ; Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland s ...
... E'er fin ' they laid that curst restriction , On Aquavita ; An ' rouze them up to ftrong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier Youth The honeft open , naked truth ; Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland s ...
Strana 27
... e'er fhe faw me , Fu ' kind that day , IV . C Wi ' Bonnet aff , quoth I , 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 ...
... e'er fhe faw me , Fu ' kind that day , IV . C Wi ' Bonnet aff , quoth I , 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 ...
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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...