Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsGood Press, 19 nov 2019 - 442 pagine There are literally hundreds of poems by the unrivaled nineteenth-century Scottish poet collected in this volume. They are arranged chronologically and there is a glossary at the end to translate the Scottish dialect. |
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Pagina
... there's something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, 'Tis this enchants my soul; For ...
... there's something in her gait Gars ony dress look weel. A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty That polishes the dart. 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, 'Tis this enchants my soul; For ...
Pagina
... There lies the dear partner of my breast; Her cares for a moment at rest: Must I see thee, my youthful pride, Thus brought so very low! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! There lie my sweet babies in her arms; No anxious fear their little ...
... There lies the dear partner of my breast; Her cares for a moment at rest: Must I see thee, my youthful pride, Thus brought so very low! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! There lie my sweet babies in her arms; No anxious fear their little ...
Pagina
... there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth's a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright ... There's few sae bonie, nane sae guid, In a' King George' dominion; If ye should doubt the truth o' this— It's ...
... there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth's a leddy. There Sophy tight, a lassie bright ... There's few sae bonie, nane sae guid, In a' King George' dominion; If ye should doubt the truth o' this— It's ...
Pagina
... There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o' sweet May. The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest, And mount i' the air wi' the dew on her breast, And wi' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing, And at night ...
... There's nae life like the ploughman's in the month o' sweet May. The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest, And mount i' the air wi' the dew on her breast, And wi' the merry ploughman she'll whistle and sing, And at night ...
Pagina
... there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals ... There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen As bonie a lass or as braw, man; But for sense and guid taste she ...
... there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals ... There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen As bonie a lass or as braw, man; But for sense and guid taste she ...
Sommario
To A Mouse On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough | |
Song For A That1 | |
Scotch Drink | |
The Authors Earnest Cry And Prayer | |
Epistle To James Smith | |
Suppressed Stanzas Of The Vision | |
To Mr MAdam Of CraigenGillan | |
To Gavin Hamilton Esq Mauchline | |
The Twa Herds Or The Holy Tulyie | |
Epitaph On Holy Willie | |
Second Epistle To J Lapraik | |
Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux1 | |
Third Epistle To J Lapraik | |
The Farewell To the Brethren of St James Lodge Tarbolton | |
The Lass O Ballochmyle | |
The Brigs Of | |
Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer1 | |
SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains | |
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