The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 1F. A. Stokes, 1887 - 362 páginas |
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Página viii
... pride of a ' the plain Ye sons of Old Killie Ye Jacobites by name Wae is my Heart There was a Lass The Heather was blooming Eppie M'Nab The Collier Laddie 295 O that I had ne'er been married 296 An O ! my Eppie 296 Frae the Friends and ...
... pride of a ' the plain Ye sons of Old Killie Ye Jacobites by name Wae is my Heart There was a Lass The Heather was blooming Eppie M'Nab The Collier Laddie 295 O that I had ne'er been married 296 An O ! my Eppie 296 Frae the Friends and ...
Página ix
... pride in the abilities of his eldest son , and to tremble for his passions . Burness was an admirable specimen of the Scottish yeoman , or small farmer , of the last century ; for peasant he never was , nor did he come of a race of ...
... pride in the abilities of his eldest son , and to tremble for his passions . Burness was an admirable specimen of the Scottish yeoman , or small farmer , of the last century ; for peasant he never was , nor did he come of a race of ...
Página xiv
... Pride , love , anger , despair , strove for mastery in his breast . Weary of his country , almost of his existence , and seeing ruin staring him in the face at Mossgiel , he resolved to seek better fortune and solace for a - lacerated ...
... Pride , love , anger , despair , strove for mastery in his breast . Weary of his country , almost of his existence , and seeing ruin staring him in the face at Mossgiel , he resolved to seek better fortune and solace for a - lacerated ...
Página xix
... pride , conscious that men are born equal , still giving honor to whom honor is due , he meets at a great man's table a Squire Something , or a Sir Somebody ; he knows the noble landlord , at heart , gives the bard , or whatever he is ...
... pride , conscious that men are born equal , still giving honor to whom honor is due , he meets at a great man's table a Squire Something , or a Sir Somebody ; he knows the noble landlord , at heart , gives the bard , or whatever he is ...
Página xxi
... pride on the part of Nicol . From Castle Gordon they came by Banff to Aberdeen ; Burns then crossed into Kincardineshire - of which county his father was a native- and spent some time in hunting up his relations there . He then went to ...
... pride on the part of Nicol . From Castle Gordon they came by Banff to Aberdeen ; Burns then crossed into Kincardineshire - of which county his father was a native- and spent some time in hunting up his relations there . He then went to ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham amang auld auld lang syne banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms CHORUS claut dear dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland ev'ry fair Farewell fate flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie Kilmarnock laddie Laird lassie line 13 line 17 line 21 lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning muse nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure poem poet poor pride roar sang Scotland sing song stanzas sweet syne tear tell thee There's thou thro thyme TUNE unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 247 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might,— Guid Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a
Página 64 - 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 99 - 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! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs — the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Página 66 - 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 74 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 250 - See the front o' battle lower ; See approach proud Edward's power— Chains and slaverie ! 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, Free-man stand, or free-man fa'?
Página 96 - Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither ; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Página 62 - 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 train 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...
Página 221 - Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o
Página 66 - 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!