Select Poems of Robert BurnsD.C. Heath & Company, 1896 - 370 strán (strany) |
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Strana xv
... stanza which was music to my boyish ear , - ' For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave " " — The second , or National , character of Burns's poetry is quite as logically the result of his environment as was the ...
... stanza which was music to my boyish ear , - ' For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave " " — The second , or National , character of Burns's poetry is quite as logically the result of his environment as was the ...
Strana 235
... stanza by stanza . " The thoughts in the fifth stanza come finely up to my favorite idea― a sweet , sonsie lass ; the last line , however , halts a little . " Burns called this " puerile and silly ; " but [ 1773-1783 ] 235 NOTES .
... stanza by stanza . " The thoughts in the fifth stanza come finely up to my favorite idea― a sweet , sonsie lass ; the last line , however , halts a little . " Burns called this " puerile and silly ; " but [ 1773-1783 ] 235 NOTES .
Strana 236
... stanza , and gives the fourth as follows : " But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet , Good - humored , frank , and free ; And still the more I view them o'er , The more they captive me . " He afterwards returned to the original form of ...
... stanza , and gives the fourth as follows : " But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet , Good - humored , frank , and free ; And still the more I view them o'er , The more they captive me . " He afterwards returned to the original form of ...
Strana 240
... stanza of Ramsay's poem with the fifth of Burns's : " How joyfully my spirits rise , - When dancing , she moves finely O ; I guess what heaven is by her eyes , Which sparkle so divinely O. " What Professor Blackie says of the poems of ...
... stanza of Ramsay's poem with the fifth of Burns's : " How joyfully my spirits rise , - When dancing , she moves finely O ; I guess what heaven is by her eyes , Which sparkle so divinely O. " What Professor Blackie says of the poems of ...
Strana 247
... stanza for the following : — " She was nae gat o ' runted rams , Wi ' woo like goats , and legs like trams ; She was the flower o ' Fairlie lambs , A famous breed . " Fairlie was the first place in Ayrshire where the poet's father in ...
... stanza for the following : — " She was nae gat o ' runted rams , Wi ' woo like goats , and legs like trams ; She was the flower o ' Fairlie lambs , A famous breed . " Fairlie was the first place in Ayrshire where the poet's father in ...
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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?