The Poetical Works, Zväzok 2Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 strán (strany) |
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... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! 1 Variation " Now Robin Gib , " etc. roar can gates Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are 12 [ 1786 . THE HOLY FAIR .
... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! 1 Variation " Now Robin Gib , " etc. roar can gates Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are 12 [ 1786 . THE HOLY FAIR .
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... 'll join the merry roar In social key ; For now he's ta'en anither shore , And owre the sea ! 1 " Our brother has eluded us all . " versifying frolic Auld cantie Kyle may weepers wear , And stain them ÆT . 28. ] 13 ON A SCOTCH BARD .
... 'll join the merry roar In social key ; For now he's ta'en anither shore , And owre the sea ! 1 " Our brother has eluded us all . " versifying frolic Auld cantie Kyle may weepers wear , And stain them ÆT . 28. ] 13 ON A SCOTCH BARD .
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... roar . 1 According to Dr. Currie , this old sweetheart was a girl whom the poet had seen at Kirkoswald , when he was attend- ing school there . If so , she was a Mrs. Neilson , living in Ayr . VERSES WRITTEN UNDER VIOLENT GRIEF.1 ACCEPT ...
... roar . 1 According to Dr. Currie , this old sweetheart was a girl whom the poet had seen at Kirkoswald , when he was attend- ing school there . If so , she was a Mrs. Neilson , living in Ayr . VERSES WRITTEN UNDER VIOLENT GRIEF.1 ACCEPT ...
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... roar and rowte , ear bellow Few men o ' sense will doubt your claims To rank amang the nowte . And when ye're numbered wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head " Here lies a famous bullock ! " cattle ...
... roar and rowte , ear bellow Few men o ' sense will doubt your claims To rank amang the nowte . And when ye're numbered wi ' the dead , Below a grassy hillock , Wi ' justice they may mark your head " Here lies a famous bullock ! " cattle ...
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... roar In time o ' need ; proper line But now he lags on Death's hog - score * Tam Samson's dead ! Now safe the stately sawmont sail , And trouts be - dropped wi ' crimson hail , And eels weel kenned for souple tail , salmon 1 Curling is ...
... roar In time o ' need ; proper line But now he lags on Death's hog - score * Tam Samson's dead ! Now safe the stately sawmont sail , And trouts be - dropped wi ' crimson hail , And eels weel kenned for souple tail , salmon 1 Curling is ...
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Strana 263 - 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 240 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Strana 234 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony 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 280 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFOORU OF WHITEFOORD, BART.
Strana 142 - 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 160 - CHORUS. . For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Strana 265 - 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 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Strana 262 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how...
Strana 269 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...