Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. A New Edition, Considerably Enlarged. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, London; and William Creech, Edinburgh, 1798 |
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Strana 62
... hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews diftil Like amber bead . His knife fee Ruftic labour dight , An ' cut you up wi ' ready flight , Trenching your gufhing entrails bright Like ...
... hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews diftil Like amber bead . His knife fee Ruftic labour dight , An ' cut you up wi ' ready flight , Trenching your gufhing entrails bright Like ...
Strana 103
... 'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! G 4 O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms ( 103 )
... 'n winter bleak has charms to me When winds rave thro ' the naked tree ; Or frofts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray ; Or blinding drifts wild - furious flee , Dark'ning the day ! G 4 O Nature ! a ' thy fhew an ' forms ( 103 )
Strana 113
... Hill . ' Twas ae night lately in my fun , I gaed a roving wi ' the gun , An ' brought a Paitrick to the grun ' , A bonnie hen , VOL . II . H And , * A fong he had promised the Author . And , as the twilight was begun , Thought nane ( 113 )
... Hill . ' Twas ae night lately in my fun , I gaed a roving wi ' the gun , An ' brought a Paitrick to the grun ' , A bonnie hen , VOL . II . H And , * A fong he had promised the Author . And , as the twilight was begun , Thought nane ( 113 )
Strana 136
... hills where Stinchar flows , ' Mang moors an ' moffes many , O , The wintry fun the day has clos'd , And I'll awa to ... hill to Nanie , O. III . My Nanie's charming , sweet an ' young III . ( 136 ) SONG. ...
... hills where Stinchar flows , ' Mang moors an ' moffes many , O , The wintry fun the day has clos'd , And I'll awa to ... hill to Nanie , O. III . My Nanie's charming , sweet an ' young III . ( 136 ) SONG. ...
Strana 146
... hill . And maun I ftill , & c . VI . And when the lark , ' tween light and dark , Blythe waukens by the daify's fide , And mounts and fings on flittering wings , A woe - worn ghaift I hameward glide . And maun Iftill , & c . VII . Come ...
... hill . And maun I ftill , & c . VI . And when the lark , ' tween light and dark , Blythe waukens by the daify's fide , And mounts and fings on flittering wings , A woe - worn ghaift I hameward glide . And maun Iftill , & c . VII . Come ...
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Strana 9 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Strana 51 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Strana 203 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Strana 199 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point 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 202 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted; Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Strana 14 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
Strana 16 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Strana 199 - twad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The de'il had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet Whiles glow'ring round wi...
Strana 15 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Strana 6 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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...