The Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsMethuen & Company, Limited, 1926 - 667 strán (strany) |
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Strana vi
... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter Song - O Leave Novels ! My Girl she's Airy : A Fragment The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 41 43 44 47 49 49 50 The Belles of Mauchline Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
... Poet's Welcome to his Love - Begotten Daughter Song - O Leave Novels ! My Girl she's Airy : A Fragment The Mauchline Lady : A Fragment 41 43 44 47 49 49 50 The Belles of Mauchline Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire ...
Strana viii
... Poet 283 284 284 287 287 289 290 To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems Mr William Smellie : A Sketch Song - Rattlin , Roarin Willie Song - Bonie Dundee : A Fragment Extempore in the Court of Session • Inscription for the Headstone of ...
... Poet 283 284 284 287 287 289 290 To Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems Mr William Smellie : A Sketch Song - Rattlin , Roarin Willie Song - Bonie Dundee : A Fragment Extempore in the Court of Session • Inscription for the Headstone of ...
Strana x
... Poet's Progress 358 Elegy on the Year 1788 361 The Henpecked Husband 362 Versicles on Sign - Posts 362 1789 . Song - Robin Shure in Hairst . 363 Ode , Sacred to the Memory of Mrs Oswald of Auchencruive . 364 Pegasus at Wanlockhead 365 ...
... Poet's Progress 358 Elegy on the Year 1788 361 The Henpecked Husband 362 Versicles on Sign - Posts 362 1789 . Song - Robin Shure in Hairst . 363 Ode , Sacred to the Memory of Mrs Oswald of Auchencruive . 364 Pegasus at Wanlockhead 365 ...
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... Poet · Song - I do confess thou art sae fair Song - The weary Pund o ' Tow Song - When she cam ben she bobbed . PAGE 473 474 475 475 476 477 478 481 481 482 482 483 483 483 483 484 485 486 486 487 487 488 489 Song - Scroggam , my dearie ...
... Poet · Song - I do confess thou art sae fair Song - The weary Pund o ' Tow Song - When she cam ben she bobbed . PAGE 473 474 475 475 476 477 478 481 481 482 482 483 483 483 483 484 485 486 486 487 487 488 489 Song - Scroggam , my dearie ...
Strana xix
... poet than they read hini . These fanatics nobody can please , nor is it my inten- tion to try to please them . Robert Burns ( as he decided to spell his name ) was the son of William Burness ( or Burnes ) , a native of Kincardine- shire ...
... poet than they read hini . These fanatics nobody can please , nor is it my inten- tion to try to please them . Robert Burns ( as he decided to spell his name ) was the son of William Burness ( or Burnes ) , a native of Kincardine- shire ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's cauld charms Clarinda dear dearie death deil e'en e'er Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour Jacobite John JOLLY BEGGARS Kilmarnock Kirk laddie laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun merry Miss mony morn mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scott Douglas sing song soul sweet syne Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou thro unco verse weary weel Whare Whigs whistle wild WILLIAM SIMSON Willie wind winna wretch ye'll ye're young
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Strana 199 - 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 16 - Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Strana 20 - O THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; — As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; — Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
Strana 143 - 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 407 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...