The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by W.M. Rossetti. ed. by W.M. Rosetti [sic].Macmillan, 1879 |
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... Heaven 353 The laddies by the Banks o ' Nith The Five Carlines The Blue - Eyed Lassie When first I saw Fair Jeanie's Face My Lovely Nancy Tibbie Dunbar When rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Dainty Davie My Harry was a Gallant Gay 355 356 ...
... Heaven 353 The laddies by the Banks o ' Nith The Five Carlines The Blue - Eyed Lassie When first I saw Fair Jeanie's Face My Lovely Nancy Tibbie Dunbar When rosy May comes in wi ' flowers Dainty Davie My Harry was a Gallant Gay 355 356 ...
Strana 19
... heaven to see them yet In fiery flame . * Dalrymple has been lang our fae , M'Gill + has wrought us meikle wae , And that cursed rascal ca'd M'Quhae , + And baith the Shaws , § That aft hae made us black and blae , Wi ' vengefu ' paws ...
... heaven to see them yet In fiery flame . * Dalrymple has been lang our fae , M'Gill + has wrought us meikle wae , And that cursed rascal ca'd M'Quhae , + And baith the Shaws , § That aft hae made us black and blae , Wi ' vengefu ' paws ...
Strana 20
... heavens dost dwell , Wha , as it pleases best thysel , Sends ane to heaven , and ten to hell , A ' for thy glory , And no for ony guid or ill They've done afore thee ! I bless and praise thy matchless might , Whan thousands thou hast ...
... heavens dost dwell , Wha , as it pleases best thysel , Sends ane to heaven , and ten to hell , A ' for thy glory , And no for ony guid or ill They've done afore thee ! I bless and praise thy matchless might , Whan thousands thou hast ...
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... - That man was made to mourn . " Many and sharp the numerous ills Inwoven with our frame ! More pointed still we make ourselves— Regret , remorse , and shame ! • And man , whose heaven - erected face The 32 POEMS . Remorse.
... - That man was made to mourn . " Many and sharp the numerous ills Inwoven with our frame ! More pointed still we make ourselves— Regret , remorse , and shame ! • And man , whose heaven - erected face The 32 POEMS . Remorse.
Strana 33
Robert Burns William Michael Rossetti. • And man , whose heaven - erected face The smiles of love adorn , Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn ! " See yonder poor , o'er labour'd wight , So abject , mean , and vile ...
Robert Burns William Michael Rossetti. • And man , whose heaven - erected face The smiles of love adorn , Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn ! " See yonder poor , o'er labour'd wight , So abject , mean , and vile ...
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Allan Ramsay amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blithe bonny lass bosom braes braw Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland epistle Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Gavin Hamilton glen grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lassie lave o't lo'es Lord Mauchline maun merry mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar Robert ROBERT BURNS sang says Scotland Scottish sing sodger song sweet ta'en tear tell thee There's thou thyme Tune-"The unco verses wadna wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle wild Willie wind ye'll ye're young
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Strana 36 - 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 348 - 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.
Strana 446 - 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
Strana 179 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can pomt 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 89 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Strana 406 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Strana 336 - THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Strana 180 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Strana 86 - 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 36 - 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 !