The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... Pow'r , who reign'st above ! O Thou Great Being , what thou art , O Thou pale orb , that silent shines , O Thou , the first , the greatest friend ! O Thou unknown , Almighty Cause , O Thou whatever title suit thee , • O ye wha are sae ...
... Pow'r , who reign'st above ! O Thou Great Being , what thou art , O Thou pale orb , that silent shines , O Thou , the first , the greatest friend ! O Thou unknown , Almighty Cause , O Thou whatever title suit thee , • O ye wha are sae ...
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... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I cou'd na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
... pow'r , I set mysel ; But whether she had three or four , I cou'd na tell . I was come round about the hill , And todlin down on Willie's mill , Setting my staff wi ' a ' my skill , To keep me sicker ; Tho ' leeward whyles , against my ...
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... pow'r , And gloriously shall whang her Wi ' pith this day . IV . Come * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk . IV . Come , let a proper text be read 62.
... pow'r , And gloriously shall whang her Wi ' pith this day . IV . Come * Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L. to the Laigh Kirk . IV . Come , let a proper text be read 62.
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... pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' faith thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey , a ...
... pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' faith thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey , a ...
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... pow'r : ' I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . With future hope , I oft would gaze , 6 Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely carol'd , chiming phrase , ' In uncouth rhymes , ' Fir'd at the simple , artless lays ...
... pow'r : ' I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . With future hope , I oft would gaze , 6 Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely carol'd , chiming phrase , ' In uncouth rhymes , ' Fir'd at the simple , artless lays ...
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178 ページ - 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 !
186 ページ - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
333 ページ - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
203 ページ - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
201 ページ - 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 bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
327 ページ - 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...
202 ページ - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
180 ページ - 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.
329 ページ - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
327 ページ - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...