Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina xxxiv
... hope of obtaining a supervisor- ship - the mirage that haunted his closing years . Meanwhile , political feeling had become less bitter ; and , in 1795 , he exhibited his friendliness to the institutions of the country by entering ...
... hope of obtaining a supervisor- ship - the mirage that haunted his closing years . Meanwhile , political feeling had become less bitter ; and , in 1795 , he exhibited his friendliness to the institutions of the country by entering ...
Pagina 19
... hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are gane As saft as ony flesh is . There's some are fou o ...
... hope , an ' love an ' drink , They're a ' in famous tune For crack that day . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ! Their hearts o ' stane , gin night , are gane As saft as ony flesh is . There's some are fou o ...
Pagina 35
... hope does ev'ry sinew brace ; Thro ' fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey ; Then canie , in some cozie place , They close the day . And others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules nor roads ...
... hope does ev'ry sinew brace ; Thro ' fair , thro ' foul , they urge the race , And seize the prey ; Then canie , in some cozie place , They close the day . And others , like your humble servan ' , Poor wights ! nae rules nor roads ...
Pagina 59
... hope destroy'd , And not a wish to gild the gloom ! The morn that warns th ' approaching day , Awakes me up to toil and woe : I see the hours in long array , That I must suffer , lingering , slow . Full many a pang , and many a throe ...
... hope destroy'd , And not a wish to gild the gloom ! The morn that warns th ' approaching day , Awakes me up to toil and woe : I see the hours in long array , That I must suffer , lingering , slow . Full many a pang , and many a throe ...
Pagina 60
... hope - abandon'd wight , Unfitted with an aim , Meet ev'ry sad returning night , And joyless morn the same ; You , bustling , and justling , Forget each grief and pain ; I , listless , yet restless , Find every prospect vain . How blest ...
... hope - abandon'd wight , Unfitted with an aim , Meet ev'ry sad returning night , And joyless morn the same ; You , bustling , and justling , Forget each grief and pain ; I , listless , yet restless , Find every prospect vain . How blest ...
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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.