Robert Burns: The Poems, Epistles, Songs, Epigrams & Epitaphs, Volume 2C. Wilson, 1896 |
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... give him his bow ; I scorn not the peasant , tho ' ever so low ; But a club of good fellows , like those that are there , And a bottle like this , are my glory and care . Here passes the squire on his brother - his horse ; There centum ...
... give him his bow ; I scorn not the peasant , tho ' ever so low ; But a club of good fellows , like those that are there , And a bottle like this , are my glory and care . Here passes the squire on his brother - his horse ; There centum ...
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... Give me the cot below the pine , To tend the flocks or till the soil , And every day have joys divine , With the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . The Author's Farewell to his Native Land TUNE- " Roslin Castle . " ' HE gloomy night is gath ...
... Give me the cot below the pine , To tend the flocks or till the soil , And every day have joys divine , With the bonnie lass o ' Ballochmyle . The Author's Farewell to his Native Land TUNE- " Roslin Castle . " ' HE gloomy night is gath ...
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... Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless natives ' way , Bent on slaughter , blood , and spoil : Woods ...
... Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon . Spicy forests , ever gay , Shading from the burning ray Hapless wretches sold to toil , Or the ruthless natives ' way , Bent on slaughter , blood , and spoil : Woods ...
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... give pleasure , or what can seem fair , While the lingering moments are number'd by care ? No flowers gaily springing , nor birds sweetly sing- ing , Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd could it merit ...
... give pleasure , or what can seem fair , While the lingering moments are number'd by care ? No flowers gaily springing , nor birds sweetly sing- ing , Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd could it merit ...
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... give ; While joys above my mind can move , For thee , and thee alone , I live ! When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . F A ...
... give ; While joys above my mind can move , For thee , and thee alone , I live ! When that grim foe of life below Comes in between to make us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band , It breaks my bliss - it breaks my heart . F A ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ae night Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes Burns Burns's Buy braw troggin cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Craigieburn dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ecclefechan Eppie fair Farewell Fête Champêtre flowers frae Gala Water Galloway glen Glossary of Scots grace green hame heart Here's a health Highland ilka Jamie Jean Jeanie John John Barleycorn Johnny Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'e Lon'on Lord luve maid mair Mally's Mary Mauchline maun Miller Miss monie morning nane ne'er Netherplace never Notes to Vol o'er owre Poet Scots Words sing sodger song sweet Tarbolton thee thou hast thro thyme TUNE TUNE-"The wander wat ye waur weary weel Whigs wife wild Willie wind winna Woodley Park yon toun
Passagens conhecidas
Página 154 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 176 - Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Página 82 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 254 - EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool ? Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, . That weekly this area throng?
Página 104 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu" twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me.
Página 74 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 145 - 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...
Página 177 - 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 176 - FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT. 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 67 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.