The Poems and Songs of Robert BurnsMethuen & Company, Limited, 1926 - 667 páginas |
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... nae mair to thy bower - door , To tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae ...
... nae mair to thy bower - door , To tell thee that I lo'e thee . O dinna think , my pretty pink , But I can live without thee : I vow and swear I dinna care , How lang ye look about ye . Thou'rt aye sae free informing me , Thou hast nae ...
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... nae mair o ' Heaven to share Than sic a moment's pleasure , O ! And I'll kiss thee yet , yet , & c . And by thy een sae bonie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ! And on thy lips I seal my vow , And break it shall I never , O ! And I ...
... nae mair o ' Heaven to share Than sic a moment's pleasure , O ! And I'll kiss thee yet , yet , & c . And by thy een sae bonie blue , I swear I'm thine for ever , O ! And on thy lips I seal my vow , And break it shall I never , O ! And I ...
Página 31
... mair faithfu ' ne'er cam nigh him , Than Mailie dead . I wat she was a sheep o ' sense , An ' could behave hersel ... nae get 31 Poor Mailie's Elegy.
... mair faithfu ' ne'er cam nigh him , Than Mailie dead . I wat she was a sheep o ' sense , An ' could behave hersel ... nae get 31 Poor Mailie's Elegy.
Página 34
... nae mair . " Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon ...
... nae mair . " Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather : Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon ...
Página 46
... nae mair ; But pennyworths again is fair , When time's expedient : Meanwhile I am , respected Sir , ⚫ next . • belly . Your most obedient . bhatching - time . • chickens . nonsense , WELCOME TO HIS DAUGHTER A Poet's Welcome to his Love 46.
... nae mair ; But pennyworths again is fair , When time's expedient : Meanwhile I am , respected Sir , ⚫ next . • belly . Your most obedient . bhatching - time . • chickens . nonsense , WELCOME TO HIS DAUGHTER A Poet's Welcome to his Love 46.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's cauld charms Clarinda dear dearie death deil e'en e'er Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour Jacobite John JOLLY BEGGARS Kilmarnock Kirk laddie laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun merry Miss mony morn mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre poem poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scott Douglas sing song soul sweet syne Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou thro unco verse weary weel Whare Whigs whistle wild WILLIAM SIMSON Willie wind winna wretch ye'll ye're young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 146 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 581 - 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 439 - 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 471 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 123 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Página 199 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 16 - Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Página 20 - O THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have 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 led me wrong.
Página 143 - 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, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 407 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go...