The poetical works of Robert Burns, 第 351 号Bell, 1870 |
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aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er EPISTLE fair Farewell fate flowers frae GAVIN HAMILTON gi'e grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka ither Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scots Scottish sigh sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet ta'en Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou tune unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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55 ページ - 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 power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast ! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
49 ページ - Think on the dungeon's grim confine, Where guilt and poor misfortune pine ! Guilt, erring man, relenting view ! But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low, By cruel fortune's undeserved blow? Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! " I heard nae mair, for Chanticleer Shook off the pouthery snaw, And hail'd the morning with a cheer, A cottage-rousing craw. But deep this truth impress'd my mind — Thro' all His works abroad,...