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Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to
him ow're the knowe , For bits o bread 3 An ' down the briny pearls rowe For
Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Witawit ket , an ' hairy hips ; For
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Or , if he wanders up the howe , Her living image in her yowe , Comes bleating to
him ow're the knowe , For bits o bread 3 An ' down the briny pearls rowe For
Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , Witawit ket , an ' hairy hips ; For
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cries ilka chtel , • Tam Samson's dead ! " K ********* lang may grunt an ' grain , An
' high , an fab , an ' greet her lane , An ' cleed her bairns , man , wise , an ' wean ,
In mourning weed ; To Death she's dearly pay'd the kane , Tam Samson's ...
cries ilka chtel , • Tam Samson's dead ! " K ********* lang may grunt an ' grain , An
' high , an fab , an ' greet her lane , An ' cleed her bairns , man , wise , an ' wean ,
In mourning weed ; To Death she's dearly pay'd the kane , Tam Samson's ...
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Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samson's dead ! >
When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ;. When to the
loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they Aation at the cock ...
Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samson's dead ! >
When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ;. When to the
loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they Aation at the cock ...
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Ye Maukins , cock your fud fu ' braw , Withouten dread ; Your mortal Fae is now
awa ' , Tam Samson's dead ! 2 That woefu ' morn be ever mourn'd Saw him in
footin giaith adorn'd , : While pointers ' round impatient burn'd , Frae couples
freed ...
Ye Maukins , cock your fud fu ' braw , Withouten dread ; Your mortal Fae is now
awa ' , Tam Samson's dead ! 2 That woefu ' morn be ever mourn'd Saw him in
footin giaith adorn'd , : While pointers ' round impatient burn'd , Frae couples
freed ...
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Tam Samson's dead !. Ilk hoary Hunter mourn'd a brither ; Ilk Sportsman - youth
bemoan'd a father ;; Yon auld gray stane , amang the hether , Marks out his head
, Whare Burns has wrote in Rhyming blether , Tam Samson's dead !
Tam Samson's dead !. Ilk hoary Hunter mourn'd a brither ; Ilk Sportsman - youth
bemoan'd a father ;; Yon auld gray stane , amang the hether , Marks out his head
, Whare Burns has wrote in Rhyming blether , Tam Samson's dead !
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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 115 - 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 !
Página 26 - Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... Tema 495 de Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes, Robert Burns |
| Autor | Robert Burns |
| Editor | William Magee, 1793 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 9 Ago. 2006 |
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