The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by W.M. Rossetti. ed. by W.M. Rosetti [sic].Macmillan, 1879 |
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Strana 4
... dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please , Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil ...
... dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl , it soothes my soul , My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please , Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil ...
Strana 31
... dear , As writings testifie ; On January the sixteenth day , As I did lie alone , • With many a sigh and sob did say Ah ! man was made to moan ! WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare , One evening , as I wander ...
... dear , As writings testifie ; On January the sixteenth day , As I did lie alone , • With many a sigh and sob did say Ah ! man was made to moan ! WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare , One evening , as I wander ...
Strana 34
... Comes hame , perhaps to show a braw new gown , Or deposit her sair - won penny - fee , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . 1 Moan . 2 By and by . Wi ' joy unfeign'd , brothers and sisters meet , 34 POEMS .
... Comes hame , perhaps to show a braw new gown , Or deposit her sair - won penny - fee , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . 1 Moan . 2 By and by . Wi ' joy unfeign'd , brothers and sisters meet , 34 POEMS .
Strana 37
... dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . Compared with this , how poor religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace , except the heart ...
... dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . Compared with this , how poor religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace , except the heart ...
Strana 47
... dear , And then your every care and fear May whistle owre the lave o't . CHORUS . I am a fiddler to my trade , And a ' the tunes that ere I play'd , The sweetest still to wife or maid , Was whistle owre the lave o't . At kirns and ...
... dear , And then your every care and fear May whistle owre the lave o't . CHORUS . I am a fiddler to my trade , And a ' the tunes that ere I play'd , The sweetest still to wife or maid , Was whistle owre the lave o't . At kirns and ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
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 !