The Poems of Robert Burns: The Poet of Religion, Democracy, Brotherhood and LoveGeorge H. Doran Company, 1920 - 272 strán (strany) |
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... THINE AM I , MY FAITHFUL FAIR MY NANIE'S AWA ' POEM ON SENSIBILITY . PAGE 203 · · 204 • 205 · 207 209 • 210 211 212 214 216 · · 218 220 221 · 222 • 224 225 226 · 227 228 229 230 . 231 • 232 234 235 236 • · 237 • • 238 239 THOU GLOOMY ...
... THINE AM I , MY FAITHFUL FAIR MY NANIE'S AWA ' POEM ON SENSIBILITY . PAGE 203 · · 204 • 205 · 207 209 • 210 211 212 214 216 · · 218 220 221 · 222 • 224 225 226 · 227 228 229 230 . 231 • 232 234 235 236 • · 237 • • 238 239 THOU GLOOMY ...
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... thine Can ne'er defame thee . " " But , " objectors say , " Burns was a skeptic , so he could not be a religious man . " Let Burns answer this by three of many similar quotations from his own letters . To Mrs. Dunlop he wrote : " My ...
... thine Can ne'er defame thee . " " But , " objectors say , " Burns was a skeptic , so he could not be a religious man . " Let Burns answer this by three of many similar quotations from his own letters . To Mrs. Dunlop he wrote : " My ...
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... thine Can ne'er defame thee . O Ayr ! my dear , my native ground , Within thy presbyterial bound A candid liberal band is found Of public teachers , As men , as christians too , renown'd , An ' manly preachers . Sir , in that circle you ...
... thine Can ne'er defame thee . O Ayr ! my dear , my native ground , Within thy presbyterial bound A candid liberal band is found Of public teachers , As men , as christians too , renown'd , An ' manly preachers . Sir , in that circle you ...
Strana 91
... fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's plough - share drives elate , Full on thy bloom , Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight , Shall be thy doom ! TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE [ 91 ]
... fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern Ruin's plough - share drives elate , Full on thy bloom , Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight , Shall be thy doom ! TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE [ 91 ]
Strana 109
... denizen of Nature ? How couldst thou , with a heart so good ( A better ne'er was sluiced with blood ) , Nail a poor devil to a tree , That ne'er did harm to thine or thee ? SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RIDDELL , OF GLENRIDDELL [ 109 ]
... denizen of Nature ? How couldst thou , with a heart so good ( A better ne'er was sluiced with blood ) , Nail a poor devil to a tree , That ne'er did harm to thine or thee ? SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RIDDELL , OF GLENRIDDELL [ 109 ]
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Afton ALLOWAY Amang auld lang syne Ballochmyle banks bard BARSKIMMING Beneath birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe Bonie lassie bosom braes braw breast BRIG Burns wrote cauld Cessnock charms Clarinda dear Dearie DOON Dumfries e'er Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell farm flowers Fortune's frae Gavin Hamilton glen green grove hame heart Heaven Highland Mary ilka Jean Armour Kirkoswald lass lassie LINCLUDEN LINCLUDEN ABBEY live lo'e Lord Gregory Luve mair Mauchline maun MONTGOMERY CASTLE mony mourn muse Nature's ne'er never night Nith o'er O'Shanter owre Peggy Peggy Thompson pleasure poem poor pow'r pride rigs river River Nith roar rove sang SHANTER sing smile song soul sweet taen Tarbolton thee thine thou thro tree twa sparkling rogueish unco wander weary weel wild Willie winds wretch young JESSIE
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Strana 32 - 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 274 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Strana 70 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Strana 73 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Strana 59 - 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. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 71 - 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 Bab'lon'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 217 - 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...
Strana 68 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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...
Strana 67 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Strana 154 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a