Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina lviii
... blast The Highland Lassie Young Jockey . M'Pherson's Farewell Jockey's ta'en the parting Kiss The Dean of Faculty Peggy's Charms I'll ay ca ' in by yon Town . Up in the Morning early A Bottle and a.Friend Tho ' cruel Fate I'll kiss thee ...
... blast The Highland Lassie Young Jockey . M'Pherson's Farewell Jockey's ta'en the parting Kiss The Dean of Faculty Peggy's Charms I'll ay ca ' in by yon Town . Up in the Morning early A Bottle and a.Friend Tho ' cruel Fate I'll kiss thee ...
Pagina 48
... blast : When hailstanes drive wi ' bitter skyte , And infant frosts begin to bite , In hoary cranreuch drest ; Ae night , at e'en , a merry core O ' randie , gangrel bodies , In Poosie - Nansie's held the splore , To drink their orra ...
... blast : When hailstanes drive wi ' bitter skyte , And infant frosts begin to bite , In hoary cranreuch drest ; Ae night , at e'en , a merry core O ' randie , gangrel bodies , In Poosie - Nansie's held the splore , To drink their orra ...
Pagina 54
... blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till crash the cruel coulter past , Out thro ' thy cell . That wee bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble , Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out , for a ' thy trouble , But house or hald ...
... blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till crash the cruel coulter past , Out thro ' thy cell . That wee bit heap o ' leaves an ' stibble , Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out , for a ' thy trouble , But house or hald ...
Pagina 56
... blast ! ' Oh ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , ' Feel not a want but what yourselves create , ' Think , for a moment , on his wretched fate , ' Whom friends and fortune quite disown ! ' Ill - satisfied keen nature's clam'rous call ...
... blast ! ' Oh ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , ' Feel not a want but what yourselves create , ' Think , for a moment , on his wretched fate , ' Whom friends and fortune quite disown ! ' Ill - satisfied keen nature's clam'rous call ...
Pagina 60
... blast , A. O ! thou bright Queen , who o'er th ' expanse [ sway ! Now highest reign'st , with boundless Oft has thy silent - marking glance Observ'd us , fondly - wand'ring , stray ! The time , unheeded , sped away , While love's ...
... blast , A. O ! thou bright Queen , who o'er th ' expanse [ sway ! Now highest reign'st , with boundless Oft has thy silent - marking glance Observ'd us , fondly - wand'ring , stray ! The time , unheeded , sped away , While love's ...
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Brani popolari
Pagina 228 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
Pagina 54 - 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 69 - mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield * O' clod, or stane, Adorns the histie t stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Pagina 226 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Pagina 64 - Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride...
Pagina 208 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream ! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o...
Pagina 239 - SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
Pagina 63 - 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 wearin 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 227 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a
Pagina 93 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a