The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Zväzok 1McKie and Drennan, 1876 |
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Strana xiv
... tears I shed ( verse added by Burns ) , The bonie wee thing , 292 · 292 The tither morn , 293 · Ae fond kiss , and then we sever , 294 As I was a wand'ring , 295 • I'll never lay a ' my love upon ane ( old Song ) , 295 Lovely Davies ...
... tears I shed ( verse added by Burns ) , The bonie wee thing , 292 · 292 The tither morn , 293 · Ae fond kiss , and then we sever , 294 As I was a wand'ring , 295 • I'll never lay a ' my love upon ane ( old Song ) , 295 Lovely Davies ...
Strana xxviii
... tear over the glorious , but unfortunate story of WALLACE . In those boyish days I remember , in particular , being ... tears . " A collection of English songs was my vade mecum . I pored over them driving my cart , or walking to labour ...
... tear over the glorious , but unfortunate story of WALLACE . In those boyish days I remember , in particular , being ... tears . " A collection of English songs was my vade mecum . I pored over them driving my cart , or walking to labour ...
Strana lviii
... tear over her grave at Greenock ; and remarks that a sort of mystery hangs over this journey , much like that with which the poet has contrived to invest the whole story of Mary . With the exception of the ill - natured epigram at ...
... tear over her grave at Greenock ; and remarks that a sort of mystery hangs over this journey , much like that with which the poet has contrived to invest the whole story of Mary . With the exception of the ill - natured epigram at ...
Strana lxviii
... tear - worn eye , Keep watchings with the nightly thief ? " How naturally does " Mary in Heaven , " of 1789 , recall its memorable counter- part , The Lament , of 1786 : - " See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans ...
... tear - worn eye , Keep watchings with the nightly thief ? " How naturally does " Mary in Heaven , " of 1789 , recall its memorable counter- part , The Lament , of 1786 : - " See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans ...
Strana lxx
... tears run down the cheeks of my companion ( Rev. Mr. Stewart of Luss ) , albeit unused to the poetic strain . From that time , we met no more , and I was grieved at the reports of him afterwards . Poor Burns ! we shall hardly ever see ...
... tears run down the cheeks of my companion ( Rev. Mr. Stewart of Luss ) , albeit unused to the poetic strain . From that time , we met no more , and I was grieved at the reports of him afterwards . Poor Burns ! we shall hardly ever see ...
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Strana 69 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his Head ; How His first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope...
Strana 66 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Strana 88 - 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 69 - 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 356 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross!
Strana 254 - John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Strana 352 - Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; 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' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Strana 68 - The sire turns o'er with patriarchal grace The big ha' -bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship GOD !
Strana 68 - 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 320 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.