Selected Poems of Robert BurnsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1896 - 223 strán (strany) |
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Strana viii
... Willie Logan Braes O Lassie , art thou Sleeping yet ? PAGE 139 140 • • 141 142 144 145 146 148 149 • 150 151 153 154 155 156 Her Answer - O tell na me o ' wind and rain Groves o ' Sweet Myrtle Last May a Braw Wooer cam ' down the Lang ...
... Willie Logan Braes O Lassie , art thou Sleeping yet ? PAGE 139 140 • • 141 142 144 145 146 148 149 • 150 151 153 154 155 156 Her Answer - O tell na me o ' wind and rain Groves o ' Sweet Myrtle Last May a Braw Wooer cam ' down the Lang ...
Strana ix
... Willie Simmer's a pleasant Time . The Highland Laddie . Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray Ye Jacobites by name Whan I sleep I dream . When I think on the Happy Days . GLOSSARY . · PAGE 174 175 178 180 182 • 184 • 185 187 · 188 · 190 192 ...
... Willie Simmer's a pleasant Time . The Highland Laddie . Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray Ye Jacobites by name Whan I sleep I dream . When I think on the Happy Days . GLOSSARY . · PAGE 174 175 178 180 182 • 184 • 185 187 · 188 · 190 192 ...
Strana 58
... Willie : Mall's nit lap out , wi ' pridefu ' fling , An ' her ain fit it brunt it ; While Willie lap , an ' swoor by jing , ' Twas just the way he wanted To be that night . Nell had the Fause - house in her min ' , She pits hersel an ...
... Willie : Mall's nit lap out , wi ' pridefu ' fling , An ' her ain fit it brunt it ; While Willie lap , an ' swoor by jing , ' Twas just the way he wanted To be that night . Nell had the Fause - house in her min ' , She pits hersel an ...
Strana 107
... Willie , set your fit to mine , An ' cock your crest , We'll gar our streams an ' burnies shine Up wi ' the best . We'll sing auld COILA's plains an ' fells , Her moors red - brown wi ' heather bells , Her banks an ' braes , her dens an ...
... Willie , set your fit to mine , An ' cock your crest , We'll gar our streams an ' burnies shine Up wi ' the best . We'll sing auld COILA's plains an ' fells , Her moors red - brown wi ' heather bells , Her banks an ' braes , her dens an ...
Strana 144
... wealth , That coft contentment , peace , or pleasure ; The bands and bliss o ' mutual love , O that's the warld's chiefest treasure ! H WANDERING WILLIE . ERE awa , there awa , 144 SELECTED POEMS OF Braw Lads on Yarrow Braes.
... wealth , That coft contentment , peace , or pleasure ; The bands and bliss o ' mutual love , O that's the warld's chiefest treasure ! H WANDERING WILLIE . ERE awa , there awa , 144 SELECTED POEMS OF Braw Lads on Yarrow Braes.
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aboon ae night Allan Ramsay amang auld baith Bard blate Blythe bonie braes braw John Highlandman BRIG brunstane Burns Burns's CÆSAR cauld CHORUS Clootie crunt Cutty-sark dear dearie Deil Doon e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair Fergusson frae gies guid hame heart Highland Highland laddie himsel honest ilka ither Jacobite John Barleycorn Lal de lal lasses lassie Lord mair maun monie muckle Muse ne'er neebor never o'er owre the lave play'd poet poor pow'r pride RECITATIVO rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang scarcely Scotch Scotland Scots Scots wha hae Shanter Sing sodger laddie song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tell thee thegither There's thou thrang thro tune unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whigs Whyles Willie winds wooing o't ye'll
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Strana 92 - 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 196 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Strana 55 - 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 96 - 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 87 - ... angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely Cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin,...
Strana 187 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Strana 122 - Kirton Jean till Monday. She prophesy'd that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; 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...
Strana 86 - MY lov'd my honor'd, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Strana 89 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Strana 93 - 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? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!