The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1844 - 575 páginas |
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... Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy " The Humble Petition of Bruar Water 86 90 92 ⚫ 93 8888 % 85 The Brigs of Ayr Lines written with a pencil ,
... Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy " The Humble Petition of Bruar Water 86 90 92 ⚫ 93 8888 % 85 The Brigs of Ayr Lines written with a pencil ,
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... poor heart be glad How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks of the clear - winding Devon • · Husband , husband , cease your strife : I am a bard of no regard I am a son of Mars I am my mammie's ...
... poor heart be glad How cruel are the parents How lang and dreary is the night How pleasant the banks of the clear - winding Devon • · Husband , husband , cease your strife : I am a bard of no regard I am a son of Mars I am my mammie's ...
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... poor author wrote them under some twitching qualms of conscience , arising from a suspicion that he was doing what he ought not to do - a predicament he has more than once been in before . I have not the most distant pretensions to ...
... poor author wrote them under some twitching qualms of conscience , arising from a suspicion that he was doing what he ought not to do - a predicament he has more than once been in before . I have not the most distant pretensions to ...
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... poor man's son . For the first six or seven years of my life , my father was gardener to a worthy gentleman of small estate in the neighbourhood of Ayr . Had he continued in that station , I must have marched off to be one of the little ...
... poor man's son . For the first six or seven years of my life , my father was gardener to a worthy gentleman of small estate in the neighbourhood of Ayr . Had he continued in that station , I must have marched off to be one of the little ...
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... poor , insignificant , stupid devils , the mechanics and peasantry around him , who were perhaps born in the same village . My young su- periors never insulted the clouterly appearance of my plough - boy carcass , the two extremes of ...
... poor , insignificant , stupid devils , the mechanics and peasantry around him , who were perhaps born in the same village . My young su- periors never insulted the clouterly appearance of my plough - boy carcass , the two extremes of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Caledonia canna cauld charms CHORUS dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flowers frae glen hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Kilmarnock lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow soul sparklin sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thou hast thro Tune.-The verses wander weary weel Whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 285 - 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 81 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Página 281 - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Página 31 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How...
Página 525 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Página 319 - 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 32 - While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Página 19 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Página 249 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an
Página 29 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! 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...