The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 3Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 strán (strany) |
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... meet with unconcern One rank as weel's another ; Nae honest worthy man need care To meet with noble youthful Daer , For he but meets a brother . 66 Basil , Lord Daer , uncle to the present THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 7.
... meet with unconcern One rank as weel's another ; Nae honest worthy man need care To meet with noble youthful Daer , For he but meets a brother . 66 Basil , Lord Daer , uncle to the present THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 7.
Strana 18
... meet— Your ruin'd , formless bulk o ' stane an ' lime , Compare wi ' bonnie Brigs o ' modern time ? There's men o ' taste wou'd tak the Ducat - stream , * Tho ' they should cast the vera sark and swim , Ere they would grate their ...
... meet— Your ruin'd , formless bulk o ' stane an ' lime , Compare wi ' bonnie Brigs o ' modern time ? There's men o ' taste wou'd tak the Ducat - stream , * Tho ' they should cast the vera sark and swim , Ere they would grate their ...
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... Meet owre a pint , or in the council - house ; But staumrel , corky - headed , graceless gentry , The herryment and ruin of the country ; Men , three parts made by tailors and by barbers , Wha waste your weel - hain'd gear on d - d new ...
... Meet owre a pint , or in the council - house ; But staumrel , corky - headed , graceless gentry , The herryment and ruin of the country ; Men , three parts made by tailors and by barbers , Wha waste your weel - hain'd gear on d - d new ...
Strana 41
... meet again than yourself . You are a stranger to me ; but I am an odd being ; some yet unnamed feelings , things , not principles , but better than whims , carry me further than boasted reason ever did a philosopher . Our worthy common ...
... meet again than yourself . You are a stranger to me ; but I am an odd being ; some yet unnamed feelings , things , not principles , but better than whims , carry me further than boasted reason ever did a philosopher . Our worthy common ...
Strana 45
... meets : A man of fashion , too , he made his tour , Learn'd vive la bagatelle , et vive l'amour ; So travell❜d monkeys their grimace improve , Polish their grin , nay , sigh for ladies ' love . Much specious lore , but little ...
... meets : A man of fashion , too , he made his tour , Learn'd vive la bagatelle , et vive l'amour ; So travell❜d monkeys their grimace improve , Polish their grin , nay , sigh for ladies ' love . Much specious lore , but little ...
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The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Zväzok 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Úplné zobrazenie - 1834 |
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Strana 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Strana 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Strana 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Strana 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Strana 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Strana 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Strana 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Strana 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Strana 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Strana 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. 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. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.