A Complete Word and Phrase Concordance to the Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Incorporating a Glossary of Scotch Words, with Notes, Index, and Appendix of Readings

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Kerr & Richardson, 1889 - 568 strán (strany)

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Strana 44 - It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
Strana 296 - 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 236 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad...
Strana 275 - To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Strana 88 - I'll come to you, my lad ; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad : Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee ; Syne up the back-stile, and let naebody see, And come as ye were na comin to me. And come, &c. O whistle, &c. At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flie : But steal me a blink o' your bonie black ee, Yet look as ye...
Strana 217 - 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...
Strana 220 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...
Strana 291 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Strana 359 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall 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 Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Strana 282 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...

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