The Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: With Introduction, Notes, Glossary and Illustrations, Volume 6
P.F. Collier & Son, 1909 - 609 pagine
1787. To Miss Logan, with Beattie's Poems -- Mr. Willliam Smellie: A Sketch -- Song--Rattlin, Roarin Willie -- Song--Bonie Dundee: A Fragment -- Extempore in the Court of Session -- Inscription for the Headstone of Fergusson the Poet -- Lines Inscribed to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House -- Verses inscribed under a Noble Earl's Picture -- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh -- Song--The Bonie Moor-hen -- Song--My Lord a-Hunting he is gane -- Epigram at Roslin Inn -- Epigram Addressed to an Artist -- The Bookworms -- On Elphinstone's Translation of Martial's Epigrams -- Song--A Bottle and Friend -- Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns -- Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh -- Epitaph for Mr. William Michie, Schoolmaster -- Boat Song--Hey, Ca' Thro' -- Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee -- Epigram to Miss Ainslie in Church -- Burlesque Lament for Wm. Creech's Absence -- Note to Mr. Renton of Lamerton -- Elegy on Stella -- The bard at Inverary -- Epigram to Miss Jean Scott -- On the Death of John M'Leod, Esq. -- Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair -- Impromptu on Carron Iron Works -- To Miss Ferrier, enclosing Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair -- Written by Somebody on the Window of an Inn at Stirling -- Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic -- The Libeller's Self-reproof -- verses Written with a pencil at the Inn at Kenmore -- Song--The Birks of Aberfeldy --The Humble Petition of Bruar Water -- Lines on the Fall of Fyers -- Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands -- Song--Strathallan's Lament -- Verses on Castle Gordon -- Song--Lady Onlie, Honest Luckie -- Song--Theniel Menzies' Bonie Mary -- Song--The Bonie Lass of Albany -- On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Loch Turit -- Song--Blythe was She -- Song--A Rose-bud by my Early Walk -- Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank -- Song--The Banks of the Devon -- Song--Braving Angry Winter's Storms -- Song--My Peggy's Charms -- Song--The Young Highland Rover -- Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787 -- On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston -- Sylvander to Clarinda.
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Ae fond kiss amang auld baith Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonie laddie bonie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns canna cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flower Fortune's frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Here's a health Highland laddie honest ilka Kenmure's King laird lassie lo'es Lord Mauchline maun mony morn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre parcel of rogues pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar sang sing skelpin sweet Syne tear tell thee thine thou thro thyme Tune unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie winds winna wooing o't wrang ye'll ye're young JESSIE
Pagina 199 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Pagina 173 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Pagina 117 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heart-felt 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...
Pagina 174 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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 flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, 'Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Pagina 99 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Pagina 458 - 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
Pagina 343 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Pagina 117 - 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 !
Pagina 496 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Pagina 118 - Martyrs, worthy of the name, Or noble Elgin beets the heav'nward flame, The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays: Compar'd with these, Italian trills are tame; The tickl'd ears no heart-felt raptures raise; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of...