The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 第 38 巻Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... sings the sentiments and manners he felt and saw in himself , and his rustic compeers around him , in his and their native language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least , from the earliest impulses of the softer passions ...
... sings the sentiments and manners he felt and saw in himself , and his rustic compeers around him , in his and their native language . Though a rhymer from his earliest years , at least , from the earliest impulses of the softer passions ...
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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 Ancestors ! 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 Ancestors ! The Poetic Genius of my Country ...
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... sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O 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 ...
... sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O 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 ...
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... ' sowps o ' kail and brats o ' claise , In spite o ' a ' the thievish kaes , That haunt St. Jamie's ! Your humble Poet sings an ' prays While Rab his name is . POSTSCRIPT . LET half - starv'd slaves , in warmer 60 BURNS ' POEMS ;
... ' sowps o ' kail and brats o ' claise , In spite o ' a ' the thievish kaes , That haunt St. Jamie's ! Your humble Poet sings an ' prays While Rab his name is . POSTSCRIPT . LET half - starv'd slaves , in warmer 60 BURNS ' POEMS ;
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... sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest fame , his great , his dear reward . Still if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in the secret , to bestow ...
... sings , And throws his hand uncouthly o'er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest fame , his great , his dear reward . Still if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in the secret , to bestow ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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369 ページ - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
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175 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...
251 ページ - 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...
368 ページ - THAT AND 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
175 ページ - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
253 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!
286 ページ - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
255 ページ - 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.