The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Notes, Glossary, Index of First Lines, and Chronological ListH. Frowde, 1896 - 635 páginas |
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... Heart's in the Highlands Duncan Gray . Poortith Cauld Banks of Devon The Rigs o ' Barley The Gloomy Night . The Farewell . And maun I still on Menie doat The Braes o ' Ballochmyle The Blue - eyed Lassie Tibbie , I hae seen the Day Tam ...
... Heart's in the Highlands Duncan Gray . Poortith Cauld Banks of Devon The Rigs o ' Barley The Gloomy Night . The Farewell . And maun I still on Menie doat The Braes o ' Ballochmyle The Blue - eyed Lassie Tibbie , I hae seen the Day Tam ...
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... Heart was ance Lovely Davies Sae far awa ' O steer her up O whare did ye get Simmer's a Pleasant Time The Blude - red Rose at Yule . The Highland Laddie The Cooper o ' Cuddie • The Highland Widow's Lament The Weary Pund o ' Tow 496 497 ...
... Heart was ance Lovely Davies Sae far awa ' O steer her up O whare did ye get Simmer's a Pleasant Time The Blude - red Rose at Yule . The Highland Laddie The Cooper o ' Cuddie • The Highland Widow's Lament The Weary Pund o ' Tow 496 497 ...
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... heart did grieve When round the tinkler prest her , He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve , When thus the caird address'd her : - My bonnie lass , I work in brass , A tinkler is my station ; I've travell'd round all Christian ground In ...
... heart did grieve When round the tinkler prest her , He feign'd to snirtle in his sleeve , When thus the caird address'd her : - My bonnie lass , I work in brass , A tinkler is my station ; I've travell'd round all Christian ground In ...
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... heart To see't that night . Poor Willie , wi ' his bow - kail runt , Was brunt wi ' primsie Mallie , An ' Mary , nae doubt , took the drunt , To be compar'd to Willie : Mall's nit lap out , wi ' pridefu ' fling , An ' her ain fit it ...
... heart To see't that night . Poor Willie , wi ' his bow - kail runt , Was brunt wi ' primsie Mallie , An ' Mary , nae doubt , took the drunt , To be compar'd to Willie : Mall's nit lap out , wi ' pridefu ' fling , An ' her ain fit it ...
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... heart maist lap the hool ; Near lav'rock height she jumpit , But miss'd a fit , an ' in the pool Out - owre the lugs she plumpit , Wi ' a plunge that night . In order , on the clean hearth - stane , The luggies three are ranged ; And ...
... heart maist lap the hool ; Near lav'rock height she jumpit , But miss'd a fit , an ' in the pool Out - owre the lugs she plumpit , Wi ' a plunge that night . In order , on the clean hearth - stane , The luggies three are ranged ; And ...
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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.