The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volume 1F. A. Stokes, 1887 - 362 páginas |
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... writes to Mr. Thomson , after an historical fashion which has something touching in it , " in a sequestered spot on the banks of the Ayr the interview took place . " The lovers met and plighted solemn troth . According to popular ...
... writes to Mr. Thomson , after an historical fashion which has something touching in it , " in a sequestered spot on the banks of the Ayr the interview took place . " The lovers met and plighted solemn troth . According to popular ...
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... writes to his correspondent Smith , " had been wanting to disgust me com- pletely with the Armour family , their mean , servile compliance would have done it . " The proud spirit which rankled in Edinburgh seems to have rankled no less ...
... writes to his correspondent Smith , " had been wanting to disgust me com- pletely with the Armour family , their mean , servile compliance would have done it . " The proud spirit which rankled in Edinburgh seems to have rankled no less ...
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... writes to Mr. Thomas Sloan : " I sold my crop on this day se'en - night , and sold it very well . A guinea an acre on an average above value . But such a scene of drunkenness was hardly ever seen in this country . After the roup was ...
... writes to Mr. Thomas Sloan : " I sold my crop on this day se'en - night , and sold it very well . A guinea an acre on an average above value . But such a scene of drunkenness was hardly ever seen in this country . After the roup was ...
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... write epistles in prose and verse which fawned on a patron's hand . Natural inspiration and picturesqueness were taken out of his life . He turned down no more daisies , the horned moon hung no longer in the window - pane of the ale ...
... write epistles in prose and verse which fawned on a patron's hand . Natural inspiration and picturesqueness were taken out of his life . He turned down no more daisies , the horned moon hung no longer in the window - pane of the ale ...
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... writes . " Very lately I was a boy ; but t'other day I was a young man ; and I already begin to feel the rigid fibre and stiffening joints of old age coming fast over my frame . " In spite of breaking health , he attended his Excise ...
... writes . " Very lately I was a boy ; but t'other day I was a young man ; and I already begin to feel the rigid fibre and stiffening joints of old age coming fast over my frame . " In spite of breaking health , he attended his Excise ...
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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
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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!