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L - d , man , our gentry care as little For delvers , ditchers , an ' fc cattle ; They
gang as faucy by poor folk , As I wad by a sinking brock . I've notic'd on our Laird's
court - day , An ' mony a time my heart's been wae , Poor tenant bodies , fcant o ...
L - d , man , our gentry care as little For delvers , ditchers , an ' fc cattle ; They
gang as faucy by poor folk , As I wad by a sinking brock . I've notic'd on our Laird's
court - day , An ' mony a time my heart's been wae , Poor tenant bodies , fcant o ...
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O Thou ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in
yon cavern grim an ' footie , Clos'd under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane
cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor
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O Thou ! whatever title suit thee , Auld Hornie , Satan , Nick , or Clootie , Wha in
yon cavern grim an ' footie , Clos'd under hatches , Spairges about the brunstane
cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor
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THE DEATH AND D'YING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE , THE AUTHOR'S ONLY
PET YOWE . An Unco Mournfu ' Tale . As Mailie , an her lambs thegither , Was ae
day nibbling on the tether , Upon her cloot she coolt a hitch , An ' owre she warf'd
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THE DEATH AND D'YING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE , THE AUTHOR'S ONLY
PET YOWE . An Unco Mournfu ' Tale . As Mailie , an her lambs thegither , Was ae
day nibbling on the tether , Upon her cloot she coolt a hitch , An ' owre she warf'd
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Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitylefs
jtorm ! How shall your houseless heads , and unfed fides , Your loop'd and
window'd raggedness , defend you From seafons such as these SHAKESPEARE
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Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitylefs
jtorm ! How shall your houseless heads , and unfed fides , Your loop'd and
window'd raggedness , defend you From seafons such as these SHAKESPEARE
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I readily and freely grant , He downa see a poor man want : What's no his ain , he
winna tak it ; What ance he fays , he winna break it ; Ought he can lend he'll no
refus't , Till aft his guidness is ahus'd ; And rascals whyles that do him wrang ...
I readily and freely grant , He downa see a poor man want : What's no his ain , he
winna tak it ; What ance he fays , he winna break it ; Ought he can lend he'll no
refus't , Till aft his guidness is ahus'd ; And rascals whyles that do him wrang ...
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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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