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 1785
... Wander Tho ' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part Song - Rantin ' , Rovin ' Robin ^ 1 Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux ^ 1 Epistle To John Goldie , In Kilmarnock The Holy Fair ^ 1 Third Epistle To J. Lapraik Epistle To The Rev. John M ...
... Wander Tho ' Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part Song - Rantin ' , Rovin ' Robin ^ 1 Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux ^ 1 Epistle To John Goldie , In Kilmarnock The Holy Fair ^ 1 Third Epistle To J. Lapraik Epistle To The Rev. John M ...
Pagina 1793
... Wandering Willie - First Version Wandering Willie - Revised Version Lord Gregory . Open The Door To Me , Oh Lovely Young Jessie Meg O ' The Mill Meg O ' The Mill - Another Version The Soldier's Return Versicles , A.D. 1793 The True ...
... Wandering Willie - First Version Wandering Willie - Revised Version Lord Gregory . Open The Door To Me , Oh Lovely Young Jessie Meg O ' The Mill Meg O ' The Mill - Another Version The Soldier's Return Versicles , A.D. 1793 The True ...
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... wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun , As something , loudly , in my breast , Remonstrates I have done ; Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often ...
... wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun , As something , loudly , in my breast , Remonstrates I have done ; Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often ...
Pagina
... 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 still, I am as well as a ...
... 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 still, I am as well as a ...
Pagina
... wander at their will: So may his flock increase, an' grow To scores o' lambs, an' packs o' woo'! “Tell him, he was a Master kin', An' aye was Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only Pet Yowe An Unco Mournfu' Tale.
... wander at their will: So may his flock increase, an' grow To scores o' lambs, an' packs o' woo'! “Tell him, he was a Master kin', An' aye was Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author's Only Pet Yowe An Unco Mournfu' Tale.
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