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
... 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 on the banks o ' wandering Nith Auld ...
... 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 on the banks o ' wandering Nith Auld ...
Strana xvii
... wind blew hollow frae the hills Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair . This day , Time winds th ' exhausted chain This wot ye all whom it concerns Thou bed , in which I first began Thou of an ...
... wind blew hollow frae the hills Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair . This day , Time winds th ' exhausted chain This wot ye all whom it concerns Thou bed , in which I first began Thou of an ...
Strana xxii
... winds and slaughtering guns O ay my wife she dang me . 508 . 313 . 411 . 462 O for ane - and - twenty , Tam O were my love yon lilac fair O guid ale comes • O lay thy loof in mine , lass · 369 . 367 . 377 . 460 O leave novels , ye ...
... winds and slaughtering guns O ay my wife she dang me . 508 . 313 . 411 . 462 O for ane - and - twenty , Tam O were my love yon lilac fair O guid ale comes • O lay thy loof in mine , lass · 369 . 367 . 377 . 460 O leave novels , ye ...
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... wind can blaw Old age • On a bank of flowers On Cessnock banks there lives a lass On the battle of Sheriffmuir Page • • 440 454 · . 466 . . 365 • .360 • 385 377 . 438 . 439 482 • . 376 . 461 • . 502 • 526 384 299 • 355 417 · 436 • 418 ...
... wind can blaw Old age • On a bank of flowers On Cessnock banks there lives a lass On the battle of Sheriffmuir Page • • 440 454 · . 466 . . 365 • .360 • 385 377 . 438 . 439 482 • . 376 . 461 • . 502 • 526 384 299 • 355 417 · 436 • 418 ...
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... winds · · . 333 456 , 480 • 433 • € 384 • 334 . 292 The rose - bud The ruin'd Maid's Lament The soldier's return The sons of old Killie . 364 . 345 The tailor The tither morn • The Union The Vision • 327 • 481 . 492 502 . 380 The weary ...
... winds · · . 333 456 , 480 • 433 • € 384 • 334 . 292 The rose - bud The ruin'd Maid's Lament The soldier's return The sons of old Killie . 364 . 345 The tailor The tither morn • The Union The Vision • 327 • 481 . 492 502 . 380 The weary ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial ... Robert Burns Úplné zobrazenie - 1853 |
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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...