The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by W.M. Rossetti. ed. by W.M. Rosetti [sic].Macmillan, 1879 |
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Strana vi
... Lady's Bonnet at Church The Ordination · Address to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righteous The Inventory , in answer to a Mandate by the Surveyor of Taxes To a Mountain Daisy , on turning one down with the Plough in April 1786 Lament ...
... Lady's Bonnet at Church The Ordination · Address to the Unco Guid , or the Rigidly Righteous The Inventory , in answer to a Mandate by the Surveyor of Taxes To a Mountain Daisy , on turning one down with the Plough in April 1786 Lament ...
Strana viii
... Lady famed for her Caprice Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel , Esq . of Glenriddel Liberty . A Fragment 195 195 196 197 198 199 200 Verses to Miss Graham of Fintry , with a Present of Songs 201 The Tree of Liberty 201 To Chloris 203 ...
... Lady famed for her Caprice Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddel , Esq . of Glenriddel Liberty . A Fragment 195 195 196 197 198 199 200 Verses to Miss Graham of Fintry , with a Present of Songs 201 The Tree of Liberty 201 To Chloris 203 ...
Strana ix
... Lady in a Church 998 264 264 265 265 265 266 266 266 Verses written under the Portrait of Fergusson , the Poet , in a copy of that Author's Works , presented to a Young Lady in Edinburgh , March 17 , 1787 On the Illness of a Favourite ...
... Lady in a Church 998 264 264 265 265 265 266 266 266 Verses written under the Portrait of Fergusson , the Poet , in a copy of that Author's Works , presented to a Young Lady in Edinburgh , March 17 , 1787 On the Illness of a Favourite ...
Strana xii
... Lady The Braes o ' Ballochmyle Young Peggy The Rantin ' Dog the Daddie o't Menie • There was a lass Afton Water . The Highland Lassie Mary . Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Eliza . A Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge ...
... Lady The Braes o ' Ballochmyle Young Peggy The Rantin ' Dog the Daddie o't Menie • There was a lass Afton Water . The Highland Lassie Mary . Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary Eliza . A Farewell to the Brethren of St. James's Lodge ...
Strana xiii
... Lady 371 Oh , merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle 372 Eppie Adair . 372 Young Jockey 373 Wee Willie Gray 373 Jamie , come try me The Battle of Killiecrankie Guidewife , count the lawin 374 374 375 Whistle o'er the lave o't Oh , can ye ...
... Lady 371 Oh , merry hae I been teethin ' a heckle 372 Eppie Adair . 372 Young Jockey 373 Wee Willie Gray 373 Jamie , come try me The Battle of Killiecrankie Guidewife , count the lawin 374 374 375 Whistle o'er the lave o't Oh , can ye ...
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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 !