The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 strán (strany) |
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... rhymes ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal soul of dedicating Prose ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the bard ...
... rhymes ? Or labour hard the panegyric close , With all the venal soul of dedicating Prose ? No ! though his artless strains he rudely sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the bard ...
Strana 16
... rhyme , In hamely , westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great folks ' gift , That live sae bien an ' snug : I tent less , and want less Their roomy fire - side ; * David ...
... rhyme , In hamely , westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great folks ' gift , That live sae bien an ' snug : I tent less , and want less Their roomy fire - side ; * David ...
Strana 18
... rhyme till't , we'll time till't , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in making muckle mair : It's no in books ; it's no in lear , To ...
... rhyme till't , we'll time till't , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in making muckle mair : It's no in books ; it's no in lear , To ...
Strana 31
... rhyme . An ' now , auld Cloots , I ken ye're thinkin , A certain bardie's rantin , drinkin , Some luckless hour will send him linkin , To your black pit ; But , faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin , An ' cheat you yet . But , fare you ...
... rhyme . An ' now , auld Cloots , I ken ye're thinkin , A certain bardie's rantin , drinkin , Some luckless hour will send him linkin , To your black pit ; But , faith ! he'll turn a corner jinkin , An ' cheat you yet . But , fare you ...
Strana 66
... rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bairdie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane o ' his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae ...
... rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bairdie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane o ' his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae ...
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ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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Strana 132 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Strana 13 - 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 74 - 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
Strana 142 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Strana 137 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Strana 139 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Strana 130 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Strana 12 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Strana 131 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Strana 15 - 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...