The Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsMethuen & Company, Limited, 1926 - 667 strán (strany) |
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Strana xvii
... tell the lover . Song - The Braw Wooer Song - This is no my ain lassie Song - O bonie was yon rosy Brier Song - Now Spring has clad the grove in Song - O that's the lassie o ' my heart Inscription to Chloris Song Fragment - Leezie ...
... tell the lover . Song - The Braw Wooer Song - This is no my ain lassie Song - O bonie was yon rosy Brier Song - Now Spring has clad the grove in Song - O that's the lassie o ' my heart Inscription to Chloris Song Fragment - Leezie ...
Strana 10
... tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man : For though I be poor ...
... tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man ; For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor hae't in her power to say na , man : For though I be poor ...
Strana 11
... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry ; I'll be as free ...
... tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae mind to marry ; I'll be as free ...
Strana 29
... Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear " as buy a sheep- O , bid him never tie them mair , Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will : So may his flock ...
... Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear " as buy a sheep- O , bid him never tie them mair , Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , An ' let them wander at their will : So may his flock ...
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... tell my master a ' my tale ; An ' bid him burn this cursed tether , An ' for thy pains thou'se get my blather . " This said , poor Mailie turn'd her head , An ' clos'd her een amang the dead ! a little ewe . · ⚫ young ram . • nibble ...
... tell my master a ' my tale ; An ' bid him burn this cursed tether , An ' for thy pains thou'se get my blather . " This said , poor Mailie turn'd her head , An ' clos'd her een amang the dead ! a little ewe . · ⚫ young ram . • nibble ...
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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 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
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Strana 439 - 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 471 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Strana 123 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
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...