Robert Burns: How to Know HimBobbs-Merrill Company, 1917 - 332 strán (strany) |
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... Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation , The . 278 Auld Lang Syne 100 Auld Rob Morris 121 Bannocks o ' Barley Bard's Epitaph , A · Bessy and Her Spinnin ' - Wheel 165 308 145 Blue - Eyed Lassie , The 117 • Bonnie Lad that's Far Awa ...
... Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation , The . 278 Auld Lang Syne 100 Auld Rob Morris 121 Bannocks o ' Barley Bard's Epitaph , A · Bessy and Her Spinnin ' - Wheel 165 308 145 Blue - Eyed Lassie , The 117 • Bonnie Lad that's Far Awa ...
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... auld claes look amaist as weel ' s the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . youngsters diligent trifle go knows half in chats , cows Their master's an ' their mistress's command The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ...
... auld claes look amaist as weel ' s the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . youngsters diligent trifle go knows half in chats , cows Their master's an ' their mistress's command The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ...
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... auld sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face They round the ingle form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - bible , ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev ...
... auld sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face They round the ingle form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ' - bible , ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev ...
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... daisy , wet My riches a's my penny - fee , An ' I maun guide it cannie , O ; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me , My thoughts are a ' - my Nannie , O. wages carefully lucre COWS holds reck not Our auld guidman delights to view BIOGRAPHY 29.
... daisy , wet My riches a's my penny - fee , An ' I maun guide it cannie , O ; But warl's gear ne'er troubles me , My thoughts are a ' - my Nannie , O. wages carefully lucre COWS holds reck not Our auld guidman delights to view BIOGRAPHY 29.
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How to Know Him William Allan Neilson. COWS holds reck not Our auld guidman delights to view His sheep an ' kye thrive bonnie , O. But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh , An ' has nae care but Nannie , O. Come weel , come woe , I care ...
How to Know Him William Allan Neilson. COWS holds reck not Our auld guidman delights to view His sheep an ' kye thrive bonnie , O. But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh , An ' has nae care but Nannie , O. Come weel , come woe , I care ...
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Strana 12 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Strana 263 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel done, Cutty-sark !" And in an instant all was dark: And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke ; 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 skreech and hollow.
Strana 113 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, O!
Strana 178 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human. One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it; And just as lamely can ye mark How far perhaps they rue it.
Strana 8 - 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...
Strana 10 - But, hark! a rap comes gently to the door; . Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; With heart-struck anxious care inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak; Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Strana 158 - 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 11 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk- white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Strana 146 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Strana 49 - 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.