Poems and Songs of Robert Burns |
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Pagina 124
Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I ...
Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ; But , oh ! a blest relief to those That weary - laden mourn ! ' WINTER A Dirge TUNE : MacPherson's Rant I ...
Pagina 178
13 There low he lies in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' moorfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed : Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest : Tam Samson's dead ! 14 When August winds the heather wave ...
13 There low he lies in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' moorfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed : Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest : Tam Samson's dead ! 14 When August winds the heather wave ...
Pagina 242
Rest on - for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year ? Will Time , amus'd with proverb'd lore , Add to our date one minute more ? A few days may - a few years mustRepose us in the silent dust : Then , is it wise to damp ...
Rest on - for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year ? Will Time , amus'd with proverb'd lore , Add to our date one minute more ? A few days may - a few years mustRepose us in the silent dust : Then , is it wise to damp ...
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amang arms auld banks bear better bonie Burns charms CHORUS dear Death Devil e'en e'er eyes face fair faith fate fear fellow flowers frae give grace green guid hame hand head hear heart Highland hill honest hope hour I'll John kind King laddie lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair maun meet mind monie morning Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poor pride rest roar round sing soul spring sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought thro Till Title true TUNE turn weary weel wife wild Willie wind woods worth ye'll young
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