Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Volume 1C. Wilson, 1896 |
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... While they maun stan ' , wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! " 1 Cold poverty . 2 Bear . 3 Abuse . 4 Seize their goods . The year before his father left Mount Oliphant , Burns XV At Mount Oliphant.
... While they maun stan ' , wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! " 1 Cold poverty . 2 Bear . 3 Abuse . 4 Seize their goods . The year before his father left Mount Oliphant , Burns XV At Mount Oliphant.
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... fear ! " Poignant is his grief for the mountain daisy which his ploughshare has accidentally destroyed , and in lines of touching pathos he addresses it as if the loss were personal to himself : - Wee , modest , crimson - tippèd flower ...
... fear ! " Poignant is his grief for the mountain daisy which his ploughshare has accidentally destroyed , and in lines of touching pathos he addresses it as if the loss were personal to himself : - Wee , modest , crimson - tippèd flower ...
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... fear . When an author soberly and calmly declares that he would rather see Burns's poems and songs destroyed , provided certain filthy verses ( which he may never have written ) perished with them , than have them all survive , he only ...
... fear . When an author soberly and calmly declares that he would rather see Burns's poems and songs destroyed , provided certain filthy verses ( which he may never have written ) perished with them , than have them all survive , he only ...
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... fears , in his own breast ; to find some kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a ... fear and trembling . So dear is fame to the rhyming tribe , that even he , an obscure , nameless Bard , shrinks ...
... fears , in his own breast ; to find some kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a ... fear and trembling . So dear is fame to the rhyming tribe , that even he , an obscure , nameless Bard , shrinks ...
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... fear your modesty be hurt . This may do - maun do , Sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the great folk for a wamefou ; For me ! sae laigh I needna bow , For , Lord be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke a naig , Then , Lord be ...
... fear your modesty be hurt . This may do - maun do , Sir , wi ' them wha Maun please the great folk for a wamefou ; For me ! sae laigh I needna bow , For , Lord be thankit , I can plough ; And when I downa yoke a naig , Then , Lord be ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang ance auld baith Bard Beneath better blast blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane Burns Burns's canna cauld chiel curse dear Deil dinna DUMFRIES e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair faith fame fate fear flow'rs frae GAVIN HAMILTON grace grief guid hame hear heart Heaven honest honour humble ither Kilmarnock lasses leuk Lord Mauchline maun meikle mind monie mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair Naething Nature's ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure poems Poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead sang Scotia's Scotland Shanter sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco warl weary weel Whare whistle Whyles Willie winna wretch ye hae ye'll ye're
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Página xxii - 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 110 - 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 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Página 278 - To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Página 120 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise : But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade, By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 96 - 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 96 - Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O
Página 108 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door. Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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' heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Página 91 - See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing.
Página 97 - An' cranreuch cauld ! But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an