Selected Poems of Robert BurnsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1896 - 223 strán (strany) |
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... Except for breakin o ' their timmer , Or speaking lightly o ' their Limmer , Or shootin o ' a hare , or moorcock , The ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure 8 SELECTED POEMS OF.
... Except for breakin o ' their timmer , Or speaking lightly o ' their Limmer , Or shootin o ' a hare , or moorcock , The ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure 8 SELECTED POEMS OF.
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Robert Burns Andrew Lang. But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles ...
Robert Burns Andrew Lang. But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles ...
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... sure I've seen that bonie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughan as she spak , An ' taks me by the han's , " Ye , for my sake , hae gi'en the feck Of a ' the ten comman's A screed some day . 66 My name is FUN - your ...
... sure I've seen that bonie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughan as she spak , An ' taks me by the han's , " Ye , for my sake , hae gi'en the feck Of a ' the ten comman's A screed some day . 66 My name is FUN - your ...
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... sure sma ' pleasure it can gie , Ev'n to a deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , An ' hear us squeel ! Great is thy pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend an ' noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowan heugh's thy hame , Thou ...
... sure sma ' pleasure it can gie , Ev'n to a deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , An ' hear us squeel ! Great is thy pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend an ' noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowan heugh's thy hame , Thou ...
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... the Sherra - moor , I mind't as weel's yestreen , I was a gilpey then , I'm sure I was na past fyfteen : The simmer had been cauld an ' wat , An ' Stuff was unco ' green ; An ' ay a rantan Kirn we gat , An 60 SELECTED POEMS OF.
... the Sherra - moor , I mind't as weel's yestreen , I was a gilpey then , I'm sure I was na past fyfteen : The simmer had been cauld an ' wat , An ' Stuff was unco ' green ; An ' ay a rantan Kirn we gat , An 60 SELECTED POEMS OF.
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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!