The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Zväzky 1–2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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Strana 15
... tawted tyke , tho ' e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' him . The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , Dedication to the Second Edition The Twa Dogs; a Tale.
... tawted tyke , tho ' e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' him . The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , Dedication to the Second Edition The Twa Dogs; a Tale.
Strana 21
... e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's ...
... e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's ...
Strana 25
... , How easy can the barley - bree Cement the quarrel ! It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee , To taste the barrel . 1 Burnewin - burn - the - wind - the Blacksmith . Alake ! that e'er my Muse has reason To wyte SCOTISH POEMS . 25.
... , How easy can the barley - bree Cement the quarrel ! It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee , To taste the barrel . 1 Burnewin - burn - the - wind - the Blacksmith . Alake ! that e'er my Muse has reason To wyte SCOTISH POEMS . 25.
Strana 26
... e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi ' treason ! But monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ...
... e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi ' treason ! But monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ...
Strana 27
... E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier - Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland's ...
... E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier - Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland's ...
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aith amaist amang auld azure skies bairns baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest blythe bonnie braes braw bright cauld corn crunt Cutty-sark dear deil dimin e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn kennin lasses Lord Lord Gregory maun merry ploughboy monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poor poussie pow'r pride rhyme rigs roar round rustic Samson's dead sark saw thee Scotia's Scotish Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne taen tear tell thegither thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild wind winna wrang wretch Ye'll ye're
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Strana 130 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Strana 129 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Strana 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Strana 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Strana 89 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 130 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Strana 130 - 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 ev'ning gale.
Strana 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Strana 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Strana 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...