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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... 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 pleasures I enjoyed: But lang or noon, loud tempests storming A' my flowery bliss ...
... 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 pleasures I enjoyed: But lang or noon, loud tempests storming A' my flowery bliss ...
Pagina
... thro ' the lighted ha ' , To thee my fancy took its wing , I sat , but neither heard nor saw : Tho ' this was fair , and that was braw , And yon the toast of a ' the town , I sigh'd , and said among them a ' , " Ye are na Mary Morison ...
... thro ' the lighted ha ' , To thee my fancy took its wing , I sat , but neither heard nor saw : Tho ' this was fair , and that was braw , And yon the toast of a ' the town , I sigh'd , and said among them a ' , " Ye are na Mary Morison ...
Pagina
... thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, O: No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But cheerful ...
... thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, O: No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, O. But cheerful ...
Pagina
... thro' slaps, an' reave an' steal At stacks o' pease, or stocks o' kail! So may they, like their great forbears, For mony a year come thro the shears: So wives will gie them bits o' bread, An' bairns greet for them when they're dead. “My ...
... thro' slaps, an' reave an' steal At stacks o' pease, or stocks o' kail! So may they, like their great forbears, For mony a year come thro the shears: So wives will gie them bits o' bread, An' bairns greet for them when they're dead. “My ...
Pagina
... Thro' a' the town she trotted by him; A lang half-mile she could descry him; Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him, She ran wi' speed: A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, Than Mailie dead. I wat she was a sheep o' sense, An ...
... Thro' a' the town she trotted by him; A lang half-mile she could descry him; Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him, She ran wi' speed: A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, Than Mailie dead. I wat she was a sheep o' sense, An ...
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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