The Poetical Works, Zväzok 2Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 strán (strany) |
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... ye'll go there , yon runkled pair , We will get famous laughin ' At them this day . " Quoth I : " With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , And meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! Then I ...
... ye'll go there , yon runkled pair , We will get famous laughin ' At them this day . " Quoth I : " With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , And meet you on the holy spot Faith , we'se hae fine remarkin ' ! Then I ...
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... ye wha live by crambo - clink , A ' ye wha live and never think , Come , mourn wi ' me ! Our billie's gien us a ' a jink , 1 And owre the sea . Lament him a ' ye rantin ' core , Wha dearly like a random - splore , Nae mair he'll join the ...
... ye wha live by crambo - clink , A ' ye wha live and never think , Come , mourn wi ' me ! Our billie's gien us a ' a jink , 1 And owre the sea . Lament him a ' ye rantin ' core , Wha dearly like a random - splore , Nae mair he'll join the ...
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... The Muse was a ' that he took pride in , That's owre the sea . Jamaica bodies , use him weel , And hap him in a cozie biel : wrap - snug shelter Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou 14 [ 1786 . ON A SCOTCH BARD .
... The Muse was a ' that he took pride in , That's owre the sea . Jamaica bodies , use him weel , And hap him in a cozie biel : wrap - snug shelter Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou 14 [ 1786 . ON A SCOTCH BARD .
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Robert Burns. Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou o ' glee ; He wadna wranged the very deil , That's owre the sea . Fareweel , my rhyme - composing billie ! comrade Your native soil was right ill - willie ; But may ye flourish ...
Robert Burns. Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel , And fou o ' glee ; He wadna wranged the very deil , That's owre the sea . Fareweel , my rhyme - composing billie ! comrade Your native soil was right ill - willie ; But may ye flourish ...
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... ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On every hand it ... ll no refus't Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do ... ye can ca ' that ; It's naething but a milder feature Of our poor sinfu ...
... ye maun forgie me , I winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On every hand it ... ll no refus't Till aft his gudeness is abused ; And rascals whiles that do ... ye can ca ' that ; It's naething but a milder feature Of our poor sinfu ...
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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...