The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Zväzok 10Houghton, Mifflin, 1897 - 397 strán (strany) Engraved t.p., with vignette."Robert Burns: life, genius, achievement, by W. E. Henley": p. [xiii]-lxvi. |
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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial ... Robert Burns Úplné zobrazenie - 1853 |
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amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire ballad banks Bard blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns Burns's cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Clarinda Craigieburn dear dearie Deil died Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Epistle fair flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen guid hame heart Heron Highland laddie honest ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Kilmarnock kiss lady laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mary Mauchline maun merry monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er Phillis poor Prefatory Note R. B. to Thomson Robert Robert Burns Scotland Scots Scots Wha Hae Scottish sent sing song stanza Stewart sweet syne Tarbolton thee There's thine thou thro thyme tune verses weary weel Whigs wife William Willie young
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Strana 294 - worth Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may (As come it will for a' that) That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth Shall bear the gree an' a' that ! For a' that, an' a
Strana 44 - О wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD, APRIL I, 1785
Strana 237 - 11 ne'er blame my partial fancy: Naething could resist my Nancy ! But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted — We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Strana 32 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy ! VIII Still thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee: But
Strana 286 - Wba for Scotland's King and Law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me ! By Oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins But they shall be free ! VI Lay the
Strana 31 - snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An" cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. VI That -wee bit heap o' leaves an* stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble ! Now thou
Strana 226 - scene; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest. The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of winged day IV Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes. And fondly broods with miser-care. Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Strana 299 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a': —
Strana 286 - SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie ! Now 's the day, and now 's the hour: See the front o' battle lour, See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slaverie 1
Strana 309 - That sings upon the bough ! Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou '11 break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate, For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate ! II Aft hae I rov'd by bonie