Poems, Songs, and Letters: Being the Complete Works of Robert BurnsMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 636 pagine |
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Pagina xxii
... hour of six ; except a few minutes that we went out to pay our devotions to the glorious lamp of day peering over the towering top of Ben Lomond . We all kneeled ; our worthy landlord's son held the bowl , each man a full glass in his ...
... hour of six ; except a few minutes that we went out to pay our devotions to the glorious lamp of day peering over the towering top of Ben Lomond . We all kneeled ; our worthy landlord's son held the bowl , each man a full glass in his ...
Pagina xxxix
... hour , ragged Poverty dances all the lighter for his empty pockets , Death himself grins as he is poked in the lean ribs . And if , as is said , from the sweetest wine you can extract the sourest vinegar , one can fancy into what deadly ...
... hour , ragged Poverty dances all the lighter for his empty pockets , Death himself grins as he is poked in the lean ribs . And if , as is said , from the sweetest wine you can extract the sourest vinegar , one can fancy into what deadly ...
Pagina lii
... hours in the open air . From the cold caught on this occasion he never wholly recovered . He still , however , continued his song ... hour of anguish came a lawyer's letter urging payment -- and no doubt hinting at lii CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE .
... hours in the open air . From the cold caught on this occasion he never wholly recovered . He still , however , continued his song ... hour of anguish came a lawyer's letter urging payment -- and no doubt hinting at lii CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE .
Pagina liii
... hour together . He was aware of this infirmity , and told his wife that she was to touch him and remind him when he was going wrong . One day he got out of his bed , and his wife found him sitting in a corner of the room with the bed ...
... hour together . He was aware of this infirmity , and told his wife that she was to touch him and remind him when he was going wrong . One day he got out of his bed , and his wife found him sitting in a corner of the room with the bed ...
Pagina lviii
... Hour Dainty Davie . Willie's Wife To Mr. Cunningham Afton Water Clarinda . Louis , what reck I by thee ? Why , why tell thy Lover Bonie Bell Caledonia For the sake of Somebody On the Battle of Sheriff Muir O May , thy Morn The lovely ...
... Hour Dainty Davie . Willie's Wife To Mr. Cunningham Afton Water Clarinda . Louis , what reck I by thee ? Why , why tell thy Lover Bonie Bell Caledonia For the sake of Somebody On the Battle of Sheriff Muir O May , thy Morn The lovely ...
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acquaintance Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire bard blest bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms Clarinda dare DEAR SIR dearest dearie Deil Dumfries DUNLOP e'en e'er Edinburgh ELLISLAND fair fancy Farewell farm favourite Fête Champêtre frae friendship Gavin Hamilton give grace gude hame happy heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Jenny Geddes Kilmarnock kind lady lassie letter lo'es Lord Madam mair Mauchline maun mind Miss monie morning Mossgiel Muse ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poetic poor pride rhyme ROBERT BURNS Scotland Scottish sing song soul stanzas sweet SYLVANDER Tarbolton tell thee There's thou thought thro TUNE verses weary weel Whigs wife wild William Burnes Willie wish worth wretch write ye'll young
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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.