The poetical works of Robert BurnsJ. B. Lippincott, 1814 - 604 ページ |
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... sing in his Country's service , where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious Names of his native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their An- cestors ? The Poetic Genius of my Country ...
... sing in his Country's service , where shall he so properly look for patronage as to the illustrious Names of his native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their An- cestors ? The Poetic Genius of my Country ...
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... Owre fash for thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near , And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song Who , notely xvi ENCOMI M ON BURNS .
... Owre fash for thought , owre hot for rule , Owre blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near , And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a Bard of rustic song Who , notely xvi ENCOMI M ON BURNS .
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... sing on the thorn , Robin Gray , And the lark early carol on high , But the lowly lodg'd swain , As he scatters the grain , Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh , Well , a well a day , Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh . Softly lie ...
... sing on the thorn , Robin Gray , And the lark early carol on high , But the lowly lodg'd swain , As he scatters the grain , Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh , Well , a well a day , Will chaunt Robin's verse with a sigh . Softly lie ...
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... sing in a Morning Walk 212 Holy Willie's Prayer Epitaph on Holy Willie On the Death of Mr. Riddel Lines sent to a Gentleman whom he had offended A Verse on Highland Hospitality Delia , an Ode The Hen - peck'd Husband · 213 216 • ib ...
... sing in a Morning Walk 212 Holy Willie's Prayer Epitaph on Holy Willie On the Death of Mr. Riddel Lines sent to a Gentleman whom he had offended A Verse on Highland Hospitality Delia , an Ode The Hen - peck'd Husband · 213 216 • ib ...
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... sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch drink ; Whether thro ' wimpling worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream o'er the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp and wink ...
... sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch drink ; Whether thro ' wimpling worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream o'er the brink , In glorious faem , Inspire me , till I lisp and wink ...
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ae night amang auld baith bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses braes braw Brig brunstane Burns cauld charms dear deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs frae gies glen grace gude guid hame heart Heav'n honest honour ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn lasses lassie leuk Lord Lord Gregory maun mony morning mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never o'er owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS ROBERT FERGUSSON Robin Gray round Samson's dead Scotish Scotland sing skelpin song sugh sweet Syne ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild Willie wind wooing o't ye'll ye're
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92 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 !
94 ページ - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, '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?
91 ページ - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel behave ; The mother, wi...
142 ページ - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
224 ページ - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
90 ページ - 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 trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor 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.
xvii ページ - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit...
160 ページ - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEA TH.
142 ページ - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
91 ページ - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...