The poetical works [and correspondence] of Robert Burns, Vydanie 361868 |
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... fair enslaver . The symptoms of his passions were often such as nearly to equal those of the celebrated Sappho . I never indeed knew that he fainted , sunk , and " When she came to know my brother's passion died away ; but the ...
... fair enslaver . The symptoms of his passions were often such as nearly to equal those of the celebrated Sappho . I never indeed knew that he fainted , sunk , and " When she came to know my brother's passion died away ; but the ...
Strana 1
Robert Burns. BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS . THE HOLY FAIR . 5. THE TWA DOGS . A TALE . " TWAS in that place o ' Scotland's isle , That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , 1 Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing through the afternoon , Twa ...
Robert Burns. BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS . THE HOLY FAIR . 5. THE TWA DOGS . A TALE . " TWAS in that place o ' Scotland's isle , That bears the name o ' Auld King Coil , 1 Upon a bonnie day in June , When wearing through the afternoon , Twa ...
Strana 2
... fair and fatter , And clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of carnival signoras , For Britain's guid ! for her destruction ! Wi ' dissipation , feud , an ' faction . LAUTH . Hech man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste ...
... fair and fatter , And clear the consequential sorrows , Love - gifts of carnival signoras , For Britain's guid ! for her destruction ! Wi ' dissipation , feud , an ' faction . LAUTH . Hech man ! dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste ...
Strana 5
... FAIR.10 A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty Observation ; And secret hung with poison'd crust , The dirk of Defamation : A mask that like the gorget show'd Dye - varying on the pigeon ; And for a mantle large and broad , He ...
... FAIR.10 A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty Observation ; And secret hung with poison'd crust , The dirk of Defamation : A mask that like the gorget show'd Dye - varying on the pigeon ; And for a mantle large and broad , He ...
Strana 13
... fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey : Then cannie , in some cozie place , They close the day . An ' others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules , or roads observin ' ; To right or left , eternal ...
... fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey : Then cannie , in some cozie place , They close the day . An ' others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules , or roads observin ' ; To right or left , eternal ...
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57 Song amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beauty bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear sir deil Dumfries e'en e'er Earl of Glencairn Edinburgh Ellisland fair fancy fate father favourite Fête Champêtre frae Gala Water genius give glen hame happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour humble Kilmarnock kind laddie lady lass lassie letter Lord madam Mauchline maun mind mony morning muse ne'er never night Note o'er owre pleasure poems poet poetic poor pride rhyme Robert ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanzas sweet Tarbolton taste tears tell thee There's THOMSON thou thought thro tion tune unco verses weary weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie wind wish worth ye'll young
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Strana 16 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Strana 16 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Strana 85 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! " Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Strana 13 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head; How his first followers and servants sped: The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Strana 62 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Strana 57 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How...
Strana 141 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the /Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident ; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod ? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities : a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or wo beyond death and the grave.
Strana 13 - 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 9 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin ! An" naething, now, to big a new ane, O...
Strana 49 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi