The Poetical Works, Zväzok 2 |
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Is there a bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this aréa throng , Oh , pass ... Is there a man , whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer , Yet runs himself life's mad career ...
Is there a bard of rustic song , Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this aréa throng , Oh , pass ... Is there a man , whose judgment clear , Can others teach the course to steer , Yet runs himself life's mad career ...
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appears auld banks bard beautiful bonny bosom bright Burns Captain charms composed dance dark dear death early face fair fate fear feeling fell flowers frae give grace guid hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured hope hour I'll John kind king lass leave letter light live Lord mair mark meet mind Miss monie morning mourn Muse Nature ne'er never night o'er pleasure poem poet poor pride rest roar Robert round Scotland sing song soon soul spring sweet tear tell thee There's thou Till TUNE verses wander weel whistle wild Willie wind wing wish woods worth written ye'll young
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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...
Bibliografické informácie
| Názov | The Poetical Works, Zväzok 2 The Poetical Works, Robert Burns |
| Autor | Robert Burns |
| Vydavateľ | Little, Brown, 1863 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Newyorská verejná knižnica |
| Digitalizované | 14. dec. 2006 |
| Dĺžka | 1 strán (strany) |
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