The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Zväzky 1–2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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Strana 18
... ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! L - d , man ... ll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind ... the sight , The view o't gies them little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are ...
... ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! L - d , man ... ll stamp an ' threaten , curse an ' swear , He'll apprehend them , poind ... the sight , The view o't gies them little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are ...
Strana 19
... ll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or ... ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . There's monie a creditable ... ye little ken about SCOTISH POEMS . 19.
... ll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ' kindling fury in their breasts , Or ... ye hae said , Sic game is now owre aften play'd . There's monie a creditable ... ye little ken about SCOTISH POEMS . 19.
Strana 31
... Ye'd lend your hand , But when there's ought to say anent it , Ye're at a stand . Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle , To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't , or lang , She'll ...
... Ye'd lend your hand , But when there's ought to say anent it , Ye're at a stand . Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle , To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't , or lang , She'll ...
Strana 33
... ll no desert . An ' now , ye chosen Five - and - Forty , May still your Mither's heart support ye ; Then , though a Minister grow dorty , An ' kick your place , Ye'll snap your fingers , poor an ' hearty , Before his face . God bless ...
... ll no desert . An ' now , ye chosen Five - and - Forty , May still your Mither's heart support ye ; Then , though a Minister grow dorty , An ' kick your place , Ye'll snap your fingers , poor an ' hearty , Before his face . God bless ...
Strana 37
... ye'll go there , yon runkl'd pair , We will get famous laughin At them this day . ' Quoth I , ' With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith we'se bae fine remarkin ! Then I gaed ...
... ye'll go there , yon runkl'd pair , We will get famous laughin At them this day . ' Quoth I , ' With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith we'se bae fine remarkin ! Then I gaed ...
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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...