The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First Lines, and Chronological ListH. Frowde, 1896 - 635 páginas |
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... fell thro ' the Bed . The Tither Morn • Jamie , come try me Eppie M'Nab . An ' O ! my Eppie . Ye Sons of Old Killie - a Masonic Song Ye Jacobites by Name Goode'en to you , Kimmer Ah , Chloris , since it may not be Whan I sleep I dream ...
... fell thro ' the Bed . The Tither Morn • Jamie , come try me Eppie M'Nab . An ' O ! my Eppie . Ye Sons of Old Killie - a Masonic Song Ye Jacobites by Name Goode'en to you , Kimmer Ah , Chloris , since it may not be Whan I sleep I dream ...
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... fell aff the drift , An ' wander'd thro ' the bow - kail , An ' pou'd , for want o ' better shift , A runt was like a sow - tail , Sae bow'd , that night . Then , straught or crooked , yird or nane , They roar an ' cry a ' throu'ther ...
... fell aff the drift , An ' wander'd thro ' the bow - kail , An ' pou'd , for want o ' better shift , A runt was like a sow - tail , Sae bow'd , that night . Then , straught or crooked , yird or nane , They roar an ' cry a ' throu'ther ...
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... fell that night . Our stibble - rig was Rab M'Graen , A clever , sturdy fallow ; 120 130 His sin gat Eppie Sim wi ' wean , That liv'd in Achmacalla ; He gat hemp - seed , I mind it weel , An ' he made unco light o't ; 140 But mony a day ...
... fell that night . Our stibble - rig was Rab M'Graen , A clever , sturdy fallow ; 120 130 His sin gat Eppie Sim wi ' wean , That liv'd in Achmacalla ; He gat hemp - seed , I mind it weel , An ' he made unco light o't ; 140 But mony a day ...
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... fell ; And aft he's prest , and aft he ca's it good ; The frugal wifie , garrulous , will tell How ' twas a towmond auld sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face They round the ingle form a circle wide ...
... fell ; And aft he's prest , and aft he ca's it good ; The frugal wifie , garrulous , will tell How ' twas a towmond auld sin ' lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face They round the ingle form a circle wide ...
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... fell , In high command ; And he whom ruthless fates expel His native land . There , where a sceptred Pictish shade Stalk'd round his ashes lowly laid , I mark'd a martial race , pourtray'd In colours strong ; Bold , soldier - featur'd ...
... fell , In high command ; And he whom ruthless fates expel His native land . There , where a sceptred Pictish shade Stalk'd round his ashes lowly laid , I mark'd a martial race , pourtray'd In colours strong ; Bold , soldier - featur'd ...
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Outras edições - Ver tudo
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First ... Robert Burns Visualização integral - 1917 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First ... Robert Burns Visualização integral - 1912 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First ... Robert Burns Visualização de excertos - 1958 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flower fortune's frae Gala Water GAVIN HAMILTON glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poor pride roar sang Scotland sing soul sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thro thyme unco wander weary weel Whigs whyles wild Willie wind winna wooing o't ye'll ye're young ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 310 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 318 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 107 - An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past, Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o
Página 111 - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend . The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The Great, the wealthy fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn...
Página 28 - When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But, haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in His book of life the inmates poor enrol.
Página 310 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Página 26 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Página 25 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Página 27 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 143 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.