Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... |
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Página 114
She lea'es them galhing at their cracks , An ' Nips out by hersel : She thro ' the
yard the nearest taks , An ' to the kiln the goes then , An ' darklins grapit for the
bauks , And in the Blue - clue * throws then , Right fear't that night . XII . An'ay she
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She lea'es them galhing at their cracks , An ' Nips out by hersel : She thro ' the
yard the nearest taks , An ' to the kiln the goes then , An ' darklins grapit for the
bauks , And in the Blue - clue * throws then , Right fear't that night . XII . An'ay she
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Página 138
Still thou art bleft , compar'd wi ' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But , Och ! I
backward cast my e'e On prospects dicar An ' forward , tho ' I canna fee , I guess
and fear ! WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are [ 138 )
Still thou art bleft , compar'd wi ' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But , Och ! I
backward cast my e'e On prospects dicar An ' forward , tho ' I canna fee , I guess
and fear ! WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are [ 138 )
Página 177
When shall my soul , in filent peace , Resign Life's joyless'day ? My weary heart
its throbbings cease ,, Cold - mould'ring in the clay ? No fear more , no tear morey
To stain my lifefeless face , Enclasped , and grasped , Within thy cold embrace ...
When shall my soul , in filent peace , Resign Life's joyless'day ? My weary heart
its throbbings cease ,, Cold - mould'ring in the clay ? No fear more , no tear morey
To stain my lifefeless face , Enclasped , and grasped , Within thy cold embrace ...
Página 194
Your impudence protects you fairlie : I canna say but ye strunt rarely , Owre
gauze and lace Tho ' faith , I fear , ye dine but sparely On fic a place . j Ye ugly ,
creepin , blaftit wonner , Detested , shụnn'd , by faunt an ' finner , How daur ye let
your ...
Your impudence protects you fairlie : I canna say but ye strunt rarely , Owre
gauze and lace Tho ' faith , I fear , ye dine but sparely On fic a place . j Ye ugly ,
creepin , blaftit wonner , Detested , shụnn'd , by faunt an ' finner , How daur ye let
your ...
Página 33
Hech ! fic a weary wark was here » Tween mad Ambition and base Fear ! It fennil
fails , or far or near , That many a score Are keen o ' trades which Nature ne'er
Ordain'd them for . Ae fallow there , puir filly cawf , Held out his gun . as't been a ...
Hech ! fic a weary wark was here » Tween mad Ambition and base Fear ! It fennil
fails , or far or near , That many a score Are keen o ' trades which Nature ne'er
Ordain'd them for . Ae fallow there , puir filly cawf , Held out his gun . as't been a ...
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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...