The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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Robert Burns. He ca's his coach , he ca's his horse ; He draws a bonnie silken purse As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting ...
Robert Burns. He ca's his coach , he ca's his horse ; He draws a bonnie silken purse As lang's my tail , whare , thro ' the steeks , The yellow letter'd Geordie keeks . Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting ...
Strana 22
... draw tight , An ' tie some hose well . God bless your Honors , can ye see't , The kind , auld , cantie Carlin greet , An ' no get warmly to your feet , An ' gar them hear it , An ' tell them wi ' a patriot heat , Ye winna bear it ! Some ...
... draw tight , An ' tie some hose well . God bless your Honors , can ye see't , The kind , auld , cantie Carlin greet , An ' no get warmly to your feet , An ' gar them hear it , An ' tell them wi ' a patriot heat , Ye winna bear it ! Some ...
Strana 31
... draw our tippence . Then in we go to see the show , On ev'ry side they're gathrin , Some carrying dales , some chairs an ' stools , An ' some are busy blethrin Right loud that day . IX . Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs , An ...
... draw our tippence . Then in we go to see the show , On ev'ry side they're gathrin , Some carrying dales , some chairs an ' stools , An ' some are busy blethrin Right loud that day . IX . Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs , An ...
Strana 37
... An ' dawds that day . XXIV . In comes a gaucie , gash Guidwife , An ' sits down by the fire , Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife , The lasses they are shyer . " The The auld Guidmen , about the grace , Frae side 37.
... An ' dawds that day . XXIV . In comes a gaucie , gash Guidwife , An ' sits down by the fire , Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife , The lasses they are shyer . " The The auld Guidmen , about the grace , Frae side 37.
Strana 55
... draws his feeble source , Arous'd by blust'ring winds an ' spotting thowes , In mony a torrent down his sna - broo rowes ; While crashing ice , borne on the roaring speat , Sweeps dams , an ' mills , an ' brigs , a ' to the gate ; And ...
... draws his feeble source , Arous'd by blust'ring winds an ' spotting thowes , In mony a torrent down his sna - broo rowes ; While crashing ice , borne on the roaring speat , Sweeps dams , an ' mills , an ' brigs , a ' to the gate ; And ...
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aboon aerial band aith amaist amang auld baith bard Beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld dear Deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither John Barleycorn lasses life's Mailie maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet ta'en taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild winds winna wretched Ye'll ye're ΤΟ
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Strana 178 - 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 186 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, 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.
Strana 333 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Strana 203 - 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 201 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Strana 327 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Strana 202 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Strana 180 - 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 329 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Strana 327 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...