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... Weel luppan , Maggie wi ' the short sark ! " Satan stopped his music , the light was extinguished , and out rushed the hags after the farmer , who made at the gallop for the bridge of Doon , knowing that they could not cross a stream ...
... Weel luppan , Maggie wi ' the short sark ! " Satan stopped his music , the light was extinguished , and out rushed the hags after the farmer , who made at the gallop for the bridge of Doon , knowing that they could not cross a stream ...
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... weel , auld Nickie - ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken— Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! VII . THE AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD ...
... weel , auld Nickie - ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken— Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! VII . THE AULD FARMER'S NEW - YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD ...
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... Weel are ye wordy o ' a grace As lang's my arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a distant hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead . His ...
... Weel are ye wordy o ' a grace As lang's my arm . The groaning trencher there ye fill , Your hurdies like a distant hill , Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o ' need , While thro ' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead . His ...
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... weel brac'd wi ' mealy bags , And knapsack a ' in order ; His doxy lay within his arm , Wi ' usquebae an ' blankets warm- She blinket on her sodger : An ' ay he gies the tozie drab The tither skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her ...
... weel brac'd wi ' mealy bags , And knapsack a ' in order ; His doxy lay within his arm , Wi ' usquebae an ' blankets warm- She blinket on her sodger : An ' ay he gies the tozie drab The tither skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her ...
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... weel to cleek the sterling , For monie a pursie she had hooked , And had in mony a well been ducked . Her dove had been a Highland laddie , But weary fa ' the waefu ' woodie ! Wi ' sighs and sobs she thus began To wail her braw John ...
... weel to cleek the sterling , For monie a pursie she had hooked , And had in mony a well been ducked . Her dove had been a Highland laddie , But weary fa ' the waefu ' woodie ! Wi ' sighs and sobs she thus began To wail her braw John ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amang auld baith bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw Burns charms dear dearie death deil Dugald Stewart Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fear Fintray flowers frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame hand heart Heaven Highland honest honour Jacobitism Jamie John kirk lady laird lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar Robert Burns rustic says Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul strain sweet taste tears tell thee There's thou thro Tune unco verses weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 237 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 118 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 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 115 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains 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. Hi. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th'...
Página 278 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Página 237 - 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 116 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 172 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in ; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling...
Página 172 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 117 - 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 115 - MY lov'd my honor'd, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...