The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1844 - 575 strán (strany) |
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Strana xii
... honest man here lies at rest As cauld a wind as ever blew . 563 • . 104 . 278 . 217 86 • 115 . 119 . 138 . 104 . 281 • 572 • 282 As father Adam first was fool'd Ask why God made the gem so small As Mailie , an ' her lambs thegither As ...
... honest man here lies at rest As cauld a wind as ever blew . 563 • . 104 . 278 . 217 86 • 115 . 119 . 138 . 104 . 281 • 572 • 282 As father Adam first was fool'd Ask why God made the gem so small As Mailie , an ' her lambs thegither As ...
Strana xiii
... honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet , tried and leal From those ...
... honest , sonsie face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife For lords or kings I dinna mourn Friend of the Poet , tried and leal From those ...
Strana xiv
... honest man ! Here lie Willie M - hie's banes Here souter Will in death does sleep Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd · Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives He who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead Honest Will ' s to Heaven ...
... honest man ! Here lie Willie M - hie's banes Here souter Will in death does sleep Here Stuarts once in glory reign'd · Here where the Scottish Muse immortal lives He who of Rankine sang , lies stiff and dead Honest Will ' s to Heaven ...
Strana xxi
... Honest poverty • How can I be blythe and glad ? How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night Husband and wife . I do confess thou art sae fair I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing I hae a wife o ' my ain I red you ...
... Honest poverty • How can I be blythe and glad ? How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night Husband and wife . I do confess thou art sae fair I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing I hae a wife o ' my ain I red you ...
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... Willie Here is the glen , and here the bower Here's a bottle and an honest friend Here's a health to them that's awa • · . 485 . 390 • 357 350 · . 454 Here's to thy health , my bonnie lass Her flowing xxviii ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO.
... Willie Here is the glen , and here the bower Here's a bottle and an honest friend Here's a health to them that's awa • · . 485 . 390 • 357 350 · . 454 Here's to thy health , my bonnie lass Her flowing xxviii ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO.
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amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Caledonia canna cauld charms CHORUS dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flowers frae glen hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Kilmarnock lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow soul sparklin sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thou hast thro Tune.-The verses wander weary weel Whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Strana 285 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Strana 81 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Strana 281 - 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 stain'd 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 31 - 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...
Strana 525 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Strana 319 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 32 - While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Strana 19 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Strana 249 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an
Strana 29 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...