Select Poems of Robert BurnsD.C. Heath & Company, 1896 - 370 strán (strany) |
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Strana x
... charm so characteristic of the Gaelic . " O place me by the purling brook That wimples gently down the lea , Under the old tree's branchy shade , And thou , bright sun , be kind to me . Where I may hear the waterfall , And the hum of ...
... charm so characteristic of the Gaelic . " O place me by the purling brook That wimples gently down the lea , Under the old tree's branchy shade , And thou , bright sun , be kind to me . Where I may hear the waterfall , And the hum of ...
Strana xi
... charm of nature . Magic is just the word for it , the magic of nature , her weird power and her fairy charm . " 1 J. S. Blackie . 2 J. C. Shairp . - - - was The poetry of the Highlands was the EDITOR'S PREFACE . xi.
... charm of nature . Magic is just the word for it , the magic of nature , her weird power and her fairy charm . " 1 J. S. Blackie . 2 J. C. Shairp . - - - was The poetry of the Highlands was the EDITOR'S PREFACE . xi.
Strana xii
... charm of nature in a wonder- fully new and vivid way , - I should answer with some doubt that it got much of its turn for style from a Celtic source ; with less doubt that it got much of its melancholy from a Celtic source ; with no ...
... charm of nature in a wonder- fully new and vivid way , - I should answer with some doubt that it got much of its turn for style from a Celtic source ; with less doubt that it got much of its melancholy from a Celtic source ; with no ...
Strana 5
... charms of nature ; The rustling corn , the fruited thorn , And ev'ry happy creature . We'll gently walk , and sweetly talk , Till the silent moon shine clearly ; I'll grasp thy waist , and , fondly prest , Swear how I love thee dearly ...
... charms of nature ; The rustling corn , the fruited thorn , And ev'ry happy creature . We'll gently walk , and sweetly talk , Till the silent moon shine clearly ; I'll grasp thy waist , and , fondly prest , Swear how I love thee dearly ...
Strana 17
... charms , the hills and woods , The sweeping vales , and foaming floods , Are free alike to all . In days when daisies deck the ground , And blackbirds whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On ...
... charms , the hills and woods , The sweeping vales , and foaming floods , Are free alike to all . In days when daisies deck the ground , And blackbirds whistle clear , With honest joy our hearts will bound , To see the coming year : On ...
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Strana 57 - 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 83 - 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 154 - OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi
Strana 112 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Strana 106 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ? LUATII.
Strana 80 - 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 sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Strana 68 - But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Strana 111 - 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 157 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
Strana 86 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;" And certes, in fair virtue's heav'nly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?