Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina 6
... Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink , Whether thro ' wimplin worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream owre the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp an ' wink , To sing thy name ! Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn , An ' Aits ...
... Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink , Whether thro ' wimplin worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream owre the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp an ' wink , To sing thy name ! Let husky Wheat the haughs adorn , An ' Aits ...
Pagina 8
... 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 ' monie a pain ...
... 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 ' monie a pain ...
Pagina 9
... Muse is hearse ; Your Honours ' heart wi ' grief ' twad pierce , To see her sitten on her a- Low i ' the dust , An ' scriechin out prosaic verse , An ' like to brust ! 9 Tell them wha hae the chief direction , Scotland an The Author's ...
... Muse is hearse ; Your Honours ' heart wi ' grief ' twad pierce , To see her sitten on her a- Low i ' the dust , An ' scriechin out prosaic verse , An ' like to brust ! 9 Tell them wha hae the chief direction , Scotland an The Author's ...
Pagina 35
... Muses dinna fail To say the grace . ' An anxious e'e I never throws Behint my lug , or by my nose ; I jouk beneath Misfortune's blows As weel's I may ; Sworn foe to Sorrow , Care , and Prose , I rhyme away . O ye douce folk , that live ...
... Muses dinna fail To say the grace . ' An anxious e'e I never throws Behint my lug , or by my nose ; I jouk beneath Misfortune's blows As weel's I may ; Sworn foe to Sorrow , Care , and Prose , I rhyme away . O ye douce folk , that live ...
Pagina 38
... Muse , By that same token ; And come to stop these reckless vows , Would soon been broken . A ' hair - brain'd , sentimental trace , ' Was strongly marked in her face ; A wildly - witty , rustic grace Shone full upon her ; Her eye , ev ...
... Muse , By that same token ; And come to stop these reckless vows , Would soon been broken . A ' hair - brain'd , sentimental trace , ' Was strongly marked in her face ; A wildly - witty , rustic grace Shone full upon her ; Her eye , ev ...
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Pagina 172 - 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. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!
Pagina 212 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Pagina 52 - 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 67 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Pagina 61 - 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 208 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, 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 226 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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 89 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Pagina 199 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Pagina 385 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.