The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Zväzok 3Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 strán (strany) |
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... tears , I view that noble , stately dome , Where Scotia's kings of other years , Fam'd heroes ! had their royal home : Alas , how chang'd the times to come ! Their royal name low in the dust ! Their hapless race wild - wand'ring roam ...
... tears , I view that noble , stately dome , Where Scotia's kings of other years , Fam'd heroes ! had their royal home : Alas , how chang'd the times to come ! Their royal name low in the dust ! Their hapless race wild - wand'ring roam ...
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... tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms . Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rose may blow ; But cold successive noontide blasts May lay its beauties low . Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd ; But , long ...
... tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms . Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rose may blow ; But cold successive noontide blasts May lay its beauties low . Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd ; But , long ...
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... I will deny ? Your thought , if love must harbour there , Conceal it in that thought ; Nor cause me from that bosom tear The very friend I sought . " CLARINDA . CLARINDA , mistress of my soul , The THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 41.
... I will deny ? Your thought , if love must harbour there , Conceal it in that thought ; Nor cause me from that bosom tear The very friend I sought . " CLARINDA . CLARINDA , mistress of my soul , The THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 41.
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... tears I pity thy unhappy fate ! Why is the bard unpitied by the world , Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures ? This apostrophe to Fergusson , bears a striking affinity to one in the " Epistle to William Simpson : " - " O Fergusson ...
... tears I pity thy unhappy fate ! Why is the bard unpitied by the world , Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures ? This apostrophe to Fergusson , bears a striking affinity to one in the " Epistle to William Simpson : " - " O Fergusson ...
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... tear , to heal each groan , Yet frequent all unheeded in his own . work . But honest Nature is not quite a Turk , She laugh'd at first , then felt for her poor Pitying the propless climber of mankind , She cast about a standard tree to ...
... tear , to heal each groan , Yet frequent all unheeded in his own . work . But honest Nature is not quite a Turk , She laugh'd at first , then felt for her poor Pitying the propless climber of mankind , She cast about a standard tree to ...
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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.