Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ... |
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No ! though his artless strains he rudely fings , And throws his hands uncouthly o'
er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest Fame , his
great , his dear reward . Still , if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in ...
No ! though his artless strains he rudely fings , And throws his hands uncouthly o'
er the strings , He glows with all the spirit of the Bard , Fame , honest Fame , his
great , his dear reward . Still , if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in ...
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... And Wallace - tow'r t had sworn the fact was true : ' I he tide - swoln Firth , with
sullen sounding roar Through the still night dash d hoarse along the shore : All
else was hulh'd as Nature's closed e'e ; The filent moon shone high o'er ...
... And Wallace - tow'r t had sworn the fact was true : ' I he tide - swoln Firth , with
sullen sounding roar Through the still night dash d hoarse along the shore : All
else was hulh'd as Nature's closed e'e ; The filent moon shone high o'er ...
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1 And gie him o'er the Rock to feed , And punish each tranfgrefsion ; Especial ,
rams that cross the breed , Gie them fufficient threshin , Spare them nae day . VI .
Now auld K ********* , cock thy tail , An ' toss thy horns fu ' canty ; Nae mair thou'lt
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1 And gie him o'er the Rock to feed , And punish each tranfgrefsion ; Especial ,
rams that cross the breed , Gie them fufficient threshin , Spare them nae day . VI .
Now auld K ********* , cock thy tail , An ' toss thy horns fu ' canty ; Nae mair thou'lt
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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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O DEATH ! thou tyrant fell and bloody ! ' I he meikle devil wi ' a woodie Hauri thee
hame to his black fmiddie , O'er hurcheon hides , And like flock - fish come o'er
his studdie Wilthy auld fides ! He's gane ! he's gane ! he's frae us torn [ 1 ]
O DEATH ! thou tyrant fell and bloody ! ' I he meikle devil wi ' a woodie Hauri thee
hame to his black fmiddie , O'er hurcheon hides , And like flock - fish come o'er
his studdie Wilthy auld fides ! He's gane ! he's gane ! he's frae us torn [ 1 ]
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Términos y frases comunes
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...