Selected Poems of Robert BurnsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1896 - 223 páginas |
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... thee John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood ! Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou ...
... thee John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood ! Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou ...
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... thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee inspir'd , When gaping they besiege the tents , Are doubly fir'd . That merry night we get the corn in ! O sweetly , then , thou reams the horn in ! Or ...
... thee , what were our fairs and rants ? Ev'n godly meetings o ' the saunts , By thee inspir'd , When gaping they besiege the tents , Are doubly fir'd . That merry night we get the corn in ! O sweetly , then , thou reams the horn in ! Or ...
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... thee fizz an ' freath I ' th ' lugget caup ! Then Burnewin comes on like Death At ev'ry chap . Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , banie , ploughman - chiel , Brings hard owrehip , wi ' sturdy wheel , The strong ...
... thee fizz an ' freath I ' th ' lugget caup ! Then Burnewin comes on like Death At ev'ry chap . Nae mercy , then , for airn or steel ; The brawnie , banie , ploughman - chiel , Brings hard owrehip , wi ' sturdy wheel , The strong ...
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... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor Verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's arses ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast ! Now collic - grips , an barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
... thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor Verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's arses ! Thee , Ferintosh ! O sadly lost ! Scotland lament frae coast to coast ! Now collic - grips , an barkin hoast , May kill us a ...
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... thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Clos'd under hatches , splach Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned ...
... thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in yon cavern grim an ' sootie , Clos'd under hatches , splach Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned ...
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Selected Poems of Robert Burns: With Biographical Sketch and Notes Robert Burns,Nathan Haskell Dole Visualização integral - 1892 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon ae night Allan Ramsay amang auld baith Bard blate Blythe bonie braes braw John Highlandman BRIG brunstane Burns Burns's CÆSAR cauld CHORUS Clootie crunt Cutty-sark dear dearie Deil Doon e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair Fergusson frae gies guid hame heart Highland Highland laddie himsel honest ilka ither Jacobite John Barleycorn Lal de lal lasses lassie Lord mair maun monie muckle Muse ne'er neebor never o'er owre the lave play'd poet poor pow'r pride RECITATIVO rhyme ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang scarcely Scotch Scotland Scots Scots wha hae Shanter Sing sodger laddie song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tell thee thegither There's thou thrang thro tune unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whigs Whyles Willie winds wooing o't ye'll
Passagens conhecidas
Página 92 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 196 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Página 55 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Página 96 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 87 - ... angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely Cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin,...
Página 187 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Página 122 - Kirton Jean till Monday. She prophesy'd that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Página 86 - MY lov'd my honor'd, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Página 89 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Página 93 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!