Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... |
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Alake ! that e'er my Muse bas reason , To wyte her countrymen wi ' treafon ! But
monie daily wet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter season , E'
er spier their price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell fource o ' monie ...
Alake ! that e'er my Muse bas reason , To wyte her countrymen wi ' treafon ! But
monie daily wet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter season , E'
er spier their price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell fource o ' monie ...
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May Prudence , Fortitude , and Truth , Ereet your brow undaunting ! In
Ploughman's phrase , God fend you speed , ' I Still daily to grow wiser ; And may
ye better reck the rede , Than e'er did th ' Adviser ! 1 ON A SCOTCH BARD GONE
TO THE ...
May Prudence , Fortitude , and Truth , Ereet your brow undaunting ! In
Ploughman's phrase , God fend you speed , ' I Still daily to grow wiser ; And may
ye better reck the rede , Than e'er did th ' Adviser ! 1 ON A SCOTCH BARD GONE
TO THE ...
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Creen grow the rabes , 0 ; Green grow the rabes , 0 ; The sweetesi hours that e'er
I spend , Are spent amang the lafes , 0 . I. THER HERE's nought but care on ev'ry
han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes , 0 ; What fignifies the life o ' man , An ' ' twere ...
Creen grow the rabes , 0 ; Green grow the rabes , 0 ; The sweetesi hours that e'er
I spend , Are spent amang the lafes , 0 . I. THER HERE's nought but care on ev'ry
han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes , 0 ; What fignifies the life o ' man , An ' ' twere ...
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But Silence , on ilk lassie's part , Spak mair than words cou'd e'er impart . -Deep
fighs , the language o ' the heart , Will aft reveal A fame , which a ' the pow'r o ' art
Can scarce conceal . Wi ' fiddles playing , colours fleeing , And mony a thing ...
But Silence , on ilk lassie's part , Spak mair than words cou'd e'er impart . -Deep
fighs , the language o ' the heart , Will aft reveal A fame , which a ' the pow'r o ' art
Can scarce conceal . Wi ' fiddles playing , colours fleeing , And mony a thing ...
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Till Rubert the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur , Unmatched at the bottle ,
unconquered in war , He drank his poor god - ship as deep as the sea , No tide of
the Baltic e'er drunker than he . Thus Robert , victorious , the trophy has gained ,
Which ...
Till Rubert the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur , Unmatched at the bottle ,
unconquered in war , He drank his poor god - ship as deep as the sea , No tide of
the Baltic e'er drunker than he . Thus Robert , victorious , the trophy has gained ,
Which ...
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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...