The poetical works and letters of Robert BurnsGall & Inglis, 1859 - 642 páginas |
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... wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion , weak and vile ! Then , howe'er crowns and ...
... wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion , weak and vile ! Then , howe'er crowns and ...
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... WISH his king's - hood in a spleuchan ! He's grown sae weel acquant wi ' Buchan * And ither chaps , The weans haud out their fingers laughin ' , And pouk my hips . " See , here's a scythe , and there's a dart , They hae pierced mony a ...
... WISH his king's - hood in a spleuchan ! He's grown sae weel acquant wi ' Buchan * And ither chaps , The weans haud out their fingers laughin ' , And pouk my hips . " See , here's a scythe , and there's a dart , They hae pierced mony a ...
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... ; have who know serves taken , shovels stone - hammers stupid fellows young bullocks then give plough homely spark bold , sly learning enough full if boast faults But friends and folk that wish me well , They BURNS ' POEMS . 23.
... ; have who know serves taken , shovels stone - hammers stupid fellows young bullocks then give plough homely spark bold , sly learning enough full if boast faults But friends and folk that wish me well , They BURNS ' POEMS . 23.
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... wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not , why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn ? " Yet let not this too much , my son , Disturb thy youthful breast ; This partial view of ...
... wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not , why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn ? " Yet let not this too much , my son , Disturb thy youthful breast ; This partial view of ...
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... wish trick And now she's like to rin rel - wad About her whisky . BESIDES ! if ance they pit her till t , Her tartan petticoat she kilt , And durk and pistol at her belt , Sheil tak the streets , And rin her whittle to the hit I ' th ...
... wish trick And now she's like to rin rel - wad About her whisky . BESIDES ! if ance they pit her till t , Her tartan petticoat she kilt , And durk and pistol at her belt , Sheil tak the streets , And rin her whittle to the hit I ' th ...
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The Poetical Works and Letters of Robert Burns: With Copious Marginal ... Robert Burns Visualização integral - 1881 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon aith amang ance auld baith bard Beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw bless blest blow bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG Burns cauld charms chiel daur dear death e'en e'er ELLISLAND fair fame Farewell fate fear fellow Fête Champêtre FINTRY fortune's frae gies grace grief groan guid hame heart Heaven honest honour ither Kilmarnock lass lassie life's Mauchline maun mony morn Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er Oh Thou owre plough poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotia's Scotland sing sorrow soul strains sweet ta'en tears tell thee thegither There's toil unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie winds winna woes wretch Ye'll ye're
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Página 2 - 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 2 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Página 271 - 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 260 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 40 - See yonder poor o'er-labored wight. 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, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 2 - And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Página 271 - IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Página 133 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 147 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Página xxxvii - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...