The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 3Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 páginas |
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... twas just ! VII . Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Thro ' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore : Ev'n I who sing in rustic lore , Haply , my sires have left their shed ...
... twas just ! VII . Wild beats my heart to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore , Thro ' hostile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody lion bore : Ev'n I who sing in rustic lore , Haply , my sires have left their shed ...
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... Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils ...
... Twas when the stacks get on their winter - hap , And thack and rape secure the toil - won crap ; Potatoe - bings are snugged up frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils ...
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... Twas in that season , when a simple bard , Unknown and poor , simplicity's reward , Ae night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by ...
... Twas in that season , when a simple bard , Unknown and poor , simplicity's reward , Ae night , within the ancient brugh of Ayr , By whim inspired , or haply prest wi ' care , He left his bed , and took his wayward rout , And down by ...
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... Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd : Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe , The lightning of her eye in tears imbued . Revers'd that spear , redoubtable in war , Reclined that banner , erst in fields unfurl'd , That like a ...
... Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd : Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe , The lightning of her eye in tears imbued . Revers'd that spear , redoubtable in war , Reclined that banner , erst in fields unfurl'd , That like a ...
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... Twas something .... ' Twas about the voice of Cona . ADELAIDE . The maiden with the distaff by the stream ' Twas she that sung it . I do remember - and after she had sung it She tried to tell it o'er in broken Scottish . MARY . - Let me ...
... Twas something .... ' Twas about the voice of Cona . ADELAIDE . The maiden with the distaff by the stream ' Twas she that sung it . I do remember - and after she had sung it She tried to tell it o'er in broken Scottish . MARY . - Let me ...
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The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Visualização integral - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Volume 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Visualização integral - 1834 |
The Works of Robert Burns; with His Life, Volume 3 Robert Burns,Allan Cunningham Visualização integral - 1834 |
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Alloway Kirk amang auld ballad bard beautiful better blast blest bonnie braw Brig Bruar Burns carlin copy coram Craigdarroch dago dear death Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland epistle fair fame fate Fintray frae Friar's-Carse Galloway gane Glencairn Glenriddel grace Graham happy heart Heron Highland honest honour Igo and ago Iram Jenny Geddes John John Barleycorn kirk lady lassie Lincluden lines Lord M'Murdo maun meikle mony mourn muse native ne'er never night Nith Nithside noble o'er Peg Nicholson pity pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetic poor pride rhyme Riddel roar Robert ROBERT BURNS says scene Scota Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter sing song soul stream sweet tears thee There's thou thro troggin verses weel Whigs whistle wild Willie's awa worth written wrote ye'll
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Página 170 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
Página 205 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Página 175 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
Página 169 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
Página 173 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
Página 172 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
Página 174 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
Página 38 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
Página 47 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Página 333 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.