The Poetical Works of Robert BurnsHoughton, Mifflin, 1882 - 299 páginas |
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... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . 14 But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure i Nae cauid nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them I Perhaps . 2 A petty ...
... ne'er - a - bit they're ill to poor folk . 14 But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure i Nae cauid nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them I Perhaps . 2 A petty ...
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... ne'er It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes , An ' fill auld age wi ' grips an ' granes : But human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges ...
... ne'er It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes , An ' fill auld age wi ' grips an ' granes : But human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges ...
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... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack " ' Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle ; 3 Her mutchkin stoup as toom's whissle : 4 An ' d - d Excisemen ...
... Ne'er claw your lug , an ' fidge your back , An ' hum an ' haw ; But raise your arm , an ' tell your crack " ' Before them a ' . Paint Scotland greetin owre her thrissle ; 3 Her mutchkin stoup as toom's whissle : 4 An ' d - d Excisemen ...
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... ne'er envies , But blyth an ' frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While fragrance blooms an ' beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
... ne'er envies , But blyth an ' frisky , She eyes her freeborn , martial boys , Tak aff their Whisky . What tho ' their Phoebus kinder warms , While fragrance blooms an ' beauty charms ! When wretches range , in famish'd swarms , The ...
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... ne'er a wrang steek in them a ' , man . My sarks they are few , but five o ' them new , Twal ' hundred , as white as the snaw , man , A ten - shilling hat , a Holland cravat ; There are no mony poets sae braw , man . I never had frien's ...
... ne'er a wrang steek in them a ' , man . My sarks they are few , but five o ' them new , Twal ' hundred , as white as the snaw , man , A ten - shilling hat , a Holland cravat ; There are no mony poets sae braw , man . I never had frien's ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS claut dear dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poet poor pow'r pride roar sang Scotland sing skelpin song sorrow soul sweet Syne tears tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE unco wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 6 - 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 6 - 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 6 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 10 - My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of...
Página 5 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Página 6 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...