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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... the tether , Upon her cloot she coost a hitch , An ' owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groaning , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc * he cam doytin by . Wi ' A neibor herd - callan . Wi ' glowrin een , an ' lifted han's , 77.
... the tether , Upon her cloot she coost a hitch , An ' owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groaning , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc * he cam doytin by . Wi ' A neibor herd - callan . Wi ' glowrin een , an ' lifted han's , 77.
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... district of Kyle is said to take its name , lies buried , as tradition says , near the family - seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's field , where his burial place is still shown . 2 Thro ' many a wild , romantic grove , * 104.
... district of Kyle is said to take its name , lies buried , as tradition says , near the family - seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's field , where his burial place is still shown . 2 Thro ' many a wild , romantic grove , * 104.
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... lies , in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' muirfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed ; Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest ! Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander ...
... lies , in lasting rest ; Perhaps upon his mould'ring breast Some spitefu ' muirfowl bigs her nest , To hatch an ' breed ; Alas ! nae mair he'll them molest ! Tam Samson's dead ! When August winds the heather wave , And sportsmen wander ...
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... : Tam Samson's dead ! THE EPITAPH . TAM SAMSON'S weel - worn clay here lies , Ye canting zealots spare him ! If honest worth in heaven rise , Ye'll mend or ye win near him . " PER PER CONTRA . Go , Fame , an ' canter 121.
... : Tam Samson's dead ! THE EPITAPH . TAM SAMSON'S weel - worn clay here lies , Ye canting zealots spare him ! If honest worth in heaven rise , Ye'll mend or ye win near him . " PER PER CONTRA . Go , Fame , an ' canter 121.
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... lie that night . VI . The lasses staw frae mang them a ' To pou their stalks o ' corn ; * But Rab slips out , an ' jinks about , Behint the muckle thorn : He grippet Nelly hard an ' fast ; Loud skirl'd a ' the lasses ; But her tap ...
... lie that night . VI . The lasses staw frae mang them a ' To pou their stalks o ' corn ; * But Rab slips out , an ' jinks about , Behint the muckle thorn : He grippet Nelly hard an ' fast ; Loud skirl'd a ' the lasses ; But her tap ...
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aboon aerial band aith amaist amang auld baith bard Beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld dear Deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither John Barleycorn lasses life's Mailie maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet ta'en taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild winds winna wretched Ye'll ye're ΤΟ
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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,...