Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... |
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Página 117
He marches thro ' amang the Hacks , Tho ' he was something fturtin ' The graip he
for a harrow taks , An ' haurls at his curpin : And ev'ry now an ' then , he says , •
Hemp - feed I saw thee , " An ' her that is to be my lass • come after me an ' draw ...
He marches thro ' amang the Hacks , Tho ' he was something fturtin ' The graip he
for a harrow taks , An ' haurls at his curpin : And ev'ry now an ' then , he says , •
Hemp - feed I saw thee , " An ' her that is to be my lass • come after me an ' draw ...
Página 217
... Wi'girnin spite , To hear the Moon sae fadly lied on By word an ' write . But
shortly they will cowe the louns ! Some auld - light herds in neebor towns Are
mind't , in things they ca ' balloons , To tak a flight , Vol . I. L An ' stay ae month
amang ...
... Wi'girnin spite , To hear the Moon sae fadly lied on By word an ' write . But
shortly they will cowe the louns ! Some auld - light herds in neebor towns Are
mind't , in things they ca ' balloons , To tak a flight , Vol . I. L An ' stay ae month
amang ...
Página 231
The sky was blue , the wind was still , The moon was shining clearly ; 1 set her
down , wi ' right good will , Amang the rigs o ' barley : I kent her heart was a ' my
ain ; I lov'd her moft fincerely ; Il crowre and owre again , Amang the rigs o ' barley
...
The sky was blue , the wind was still , The moon was shining clearly ; 1 set her
down , wi ' right good will , Amang the rigs o ' barley : I kent her heart was a ' my
ain ; I lov'd her moft fincerely ; Il crowre and owre again , Amang the rigs o ' barley
...
Página 232
I lock'd her in my fonii embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on
that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and fars so bright ,
That shone that lour fo clearly ! She ay fall Lless that happy night , Amang the rigs
...
I lock'd her in my fonii embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on
that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and fars so bright ,
That shone that lour fo clearly ! She ay fall Lless that happy night , Amang the rigs
...
Página 233
I. Now weltlin winds , and laught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The
Moorcock springs on whirring wings , Amang the blooming heather : Now waving
grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary Farmer ; And the moon shines ...
I. Now weltlin winds , and laught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather ; The
Moorcock springs on whirring wings , Amang the blooming heather : Now waving
grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary Farmer ; And the moon shines ...
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Amang auld Bard Beneath better blow bonie corn dead dear Death e'en e'er ev'ry face fair faith fame fate fear fight fing fire firſt fome frae grace green guid hand head hear heart hills honeſt hope hour humble juſt kind laſt light look mair mark maun meet mind mony morn mourn Nature ne'er never night noble o'er owre play pleaſure poor pow'r pride race roar round ſae ſay Scotch Scotland ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmall ſome ſtill ſweet tear tell thee There's thoſe thou thought thro Till true tune turn unco weary weel whoſe Whyles wild wind worth ye're young
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Página 116 - 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?
Página 45 - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a* your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Página 206 - They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro.
Página 114 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?
Página 128 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Página 37 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; 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...
Página 113 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Página 59 - But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — Still hae a stake : I'm wae to think upo...