Poems, Volume 1trustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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... tell the world that I glory in the title . - I come to congratulate my coun- try , that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncon- taminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public spirit , she may expect protection ...
... tell the world that I glory in the title . - I come to congratulate my coun- try , that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncon- taminated ; and that from your courage , knowledge , and public spirit , she may expect protection ...
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... tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon'on . As bleak - fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial , ranting kirns , When rural life , o ' ev'ry station , Unite in common recreation ; Love blinks , Wit slaps ...
... tell what new taxation's comin , An ' ferlie at the folk in Lon'on . As bleak - fac'd Hallowmas returns , They get the jovial , ranting kirns , When rural life , o ' ev'ry station , Unite in common recreation ; Love blinks , Wit slaps ...
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... tell me , Master CÆSAR , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ; Nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L — d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er ...
... tell me , Master CÆSAR , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ; Nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L — d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er ...
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... auld Scotland's cash To her warst faes . Ye Scots , wha wish auld Scotland well ! Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ! It sets you ill , VOL . I. B Wi ' bitter dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or 17.
... auld Scotland's cash To her warst faes . Ye Scots , wha wish auld Scotland well ! Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor plackless devils like mysel ! It sets you ill , VOL . I. B Wi ' bitter dearthfu ' wines to mell , Or 17.
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... Tell them wha hae the chief direction , SCOTLAND an ' me's in great affliction , E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On Aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon ...
... Tell them wha hae the chief direction , SCOTLAND an ' me's in great affliction , E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On Aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aith amang ance appears auld Ayrshire baith bard Beneath blate blest braw BRIG brother brunstane Burns character dear death Deil Dr Currie e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair farm fate father favourite frae genius gien gies grace guid hame heart heav'n honest honour humble ither John Barleycorn JOHN MOIR labour lasses letter Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure plough poems poet poor pow'r pride racter rhyme ROBERT BURNS rustic Samson's dead scene Scotia's Scotland shewed sing skelpin sugh sweet taen taste tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou thought thro tion unco weary weel Whare Whyles William Burnes wretched Ye'll ye're
Passagens conhecidas
Página 187 - 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 189 - 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 6 - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear and tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches: But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
Página 190 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace...
Página 188 - 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 78 - When Masons' mystic word an' grip, In storms an' tempests raise you up, Some cock or cat your rage maun stop, Or, strange to tell! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, An...
Página 272 - And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And showers began to fall : John Barleycorn got up again.
Página 123 - 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 186 - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...
Página 196 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.