Poems, Zväzok 1trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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Strana 6
... little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are sae guided , They're ay in less or mair provided ; An ' tho ' fatigu'd wi ' close employment , A blink o ' rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie 6.
... little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are sae guided , They're ay in less or mair provided ; An ' tho ' fatigu'd wi ' close employment , A blink o ' rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie 6.
Strana 30
... were hirplin down the furs , The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu ' sweet that day . * Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of Scot land for a sacramental occasion . Burnett Pinz HOLY FAIR . The lads an'laf'ses , blythely 30.
... were hirplin down the furs , The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu ' sweet that day . * Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of Scot land for a sacramental occasion . Burnett Pinz HOLY FAIR . The lads an'laf'ses , blythely 30.
Strana 31
... ony lambie , An ' wi ' a curchie low did stoop , As soon as e'er she saw me , Fu ' kind that day . IV . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , < Sweet lass , • I think ye seem to ken me ; ན I'm sure I've seen that bonie face , • But 31.
... ony lambie , An ' wi ' a curchie low did stoop , As soon as e'er she saw me , Fu ' kind that day . IV . Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , < Sweet lass , • I think ye seem to ken me ; ན I'm sure I've seen that bonie face , • But 31.
Strana 33
... sweet - milk cheese , in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter Fu ' crump that day . VIII . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence . A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws , An ' we maun draw our tippence ...
... sweet - milk cheese , in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter Fu ' crump that day . VIII . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence . A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws , An ' we maun draw our tippence ...
Strana 53
... sweet in the green thorn bush ; The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep ton'd plovers , grey , wild whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By ...
... sweet in the green thorn bush ; The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep ton'd plovers , grey , wild whistling o'er the hill ; Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By ...
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aith amang ance appears auld Ayrshire baith bard Beneath blate blest braw BRIG brother brunstane Burns character dear death Deil Dr Currie e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair farm fate father favourite frae genius gien gies grace guid hame heart heav'n honest honour humble ither John Barleycorn JOHN MOIR labour lasses letter Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure plough poems poet poor pow'r pride racter rhyme ROBERT BURNS rustic Samson's dead scene Scotia's Scotland shewed sing skelpin sugh sweet taen taste tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou thought thro tion unco weary weel Whare Whyles William Burnes wretched Ye'll ye're
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Strana 187 - 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!
Strana 189 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strana 6 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear and tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches: But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Strana 190 - 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...
Strana 188 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Strana 78 - When Masons' mystic word an' grip, In storms an' tempests raise you up, Some cock or cat your rage maun stop, Or, strange to tell! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, An...
Strana 272 - And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And showers began to fall : John Barleycorn got up again.
Strana 123 - 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 186 - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...
Strana 196 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.