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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... singing, By a falling crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Tress with aged arms were warring, O'er the swelling drumlie wave. Such was my life's deceitful morning, Such the ...
... singing, By a falling crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Tress with aged arms were warring, O'er the swelling drumlie wave. Such was my life's deceitful morning, Such the ...
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... sing; And as he was singin', thir words he did say,— 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 ...
... sing; And as he was singin', thir words he did say,— 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 ...
Pagina
... sings on Cessnock banks unseen, While his mate sits nestling in the bush; An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. But it's not her air, her form, her face, Tho' matching beauty's fabled queen; ' Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace ,
... sings on Cessnock banks unseen, While his mate sits nestling in the bush; An' she has twa sparkling roguish een. But it's not her air, her form, her face, Tho' matching beauty's fabled queen; ' Tis the mind that shines in ev'ry grace ,
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... sing, Tho' the tear were in her eye. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland! 1783. Table of Contents Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only 1783.
... sing, Tho' the tear were in her eye. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland! 1783. Table of Contents Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only 1783.
Pagina
... sing! My muse dow scarcely spread her wing; I've play'd mysel a bonie spring, An' danc'd my fill! I'd better gaen an' sair't the king, At Bunkjer's Hill. 'Twas ae night lately, in my fun, I gaed a rovin' wi' the gun, An' brought a ...
... sing! My muse dow scarcely spread her wing; I've play'd mysel a bonie spring, An' danc'd my fill! I'd better gaen an' sair't the king, At Bunkjer's Hill. 'Twas ae night lately, in my fun, I gaed a rovin' wi' the gun, An' brought a ...
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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aboon amang auld baith Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns canna cauld charms claut Craigieburn dear Dearie deil e'en e'er Ellisland Epigram Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate fear flowers Footnote frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie laddie laird lassie lo'es Lord Mauchline maun meikle mony morn mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar Robert Burns sang Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet Syne Table of Contents tear tell thee There's thine thou thro thyme unco wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're young