The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns

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D. Appleton, 1870 - 612 páginas
 

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Again the silent wheels of time 350
159
O Tibbie I hae seen the day 423
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Hail Poesie thou nymph reserved
177
Fragment inscribed to the Right Hon C J Fox 184
184
No more of your guests be they titled or not 338
187
Remorse A Fragment
190
O Thou dread Power who reignst above
196
A Prayer under the pressure of violent anguish
197
Talk not to me of savages 331 323
199
Man was made to mourn A Dirge
203
The Lament occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a Friends amour
211
The wind blew hollow frae the bills
213
EPISTLES
218
To the same
228
To Mr William Tytler
238
Humid seal of soft affections 601
239
To John Goudie Kilmarnock 215
245
Wow but your letter made me vauntie
249
To a Tailor
252
Auld chuckie Reekies sair distrest 180
256
To a Gentleman who had sent him a Newspaper and offered to continue
258
hold it sir my bounden duty
263
Thee Caledonia thy wild heaths among 182
269
lang bae thought my youthfu friend
271
To the Rev John M Math
274
To a Gentleman whom he had offended
280
Beauteous rosebud young and gay
282
This wot ye all whom it concerns 194 604
283
SATIRES
286
The Ordination
293
Right sir your text Ill prove it true
308
Below thir stanes lie Jamies banes 343
311
ELEGIES
313
Sad thy tale thou idle page 315 330
315
Tam Samsons Elegy
320
Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaus
326
murder hate by field or flood
328
Edina Scotias darling seat 146
330
Ye hypocrites are these your pranks? 611
333
Searching auld wives barrels
336
EPITAPHS
340
Sensibility how charming 271
345
Damon and Sylvia
351
Is this thy plighted fond regard
353
PegaRamsay 573
356
Jockeys taen the parting kiss
359
Phillis the fair 465
364
Ye banks and braes and streams arounů 400
365
Banks o bonnie Doon
366
Behold the hour the boat arrives 349
369
The lass that made the bed to me
372
Ken ye aught o Captain Grose
379
Sensibility how charming 547
390
Ledy Mary
392
Fairest maid on Devon banks
395
Nae gentle dames though eer sae fair
398
Now spring has clad the groves in green
427
The blissful day 383
429
Ye gallants bright I red you right
431
was awandering ae midsummer eenin
432
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat
435
The weary pund o tow 550
437
Ob that I had reer been married 517
441
Lovely Davies
443
Bonnie Peg
444
Oh how shall I unskilfu
447
The braes o Ballochmyle 413
449
Bonnie wee thing 886
454
The cooper o Cuddie cam bere awa 562
455
Fate yave the word the arrow sped
460
My tochers the jewel
464
a cave
469
Canst thou leave me thus my Katy ?
477
How cruel are the parents
478
Heres a health to ane I loe dear
480
Ohmeikle do I rue fause love
483
Oh were my love yon lilac fair 434
489
How lang and dreary is the night
492
The lovely lass o Inverness 393
493
Oh wha my baby clouts will buy 440
499
hae a wife o my
502
Oh that I had neer been married
505
Theres braw braw lads on Yarrow braes 467
509
If thou should ask my love
510
The captains lady 512 562
512
On peace and rest my mind was bent
513
420
517
hae a wife o my
520
Ye Jacobites by name give an ear give an ear 554
530
see a form I see a face
534
O Philly happy be that day 475
539
526
542
John Barleycorn
544
441
546
See the smoking bowl before us 523
547
The Thames flows proudly to the sca 437
549
Kenmures on and
551
The car lin
556
Up wi the carles o Dysart
558
Come down the back stairs 582
560
had a pint o wine 352
561
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562
The bairns gat out wi an unco shont 514
564
cease to care
573
447
574
Written in FriarsCarse Hermitage on the banks of the Nith from the
581
Fintray my stay in worldly strife 553 325
588
The Kirks Aların second version 594 558
591
Wae is my heart and the tear s in my ee 500 536
600
To a Kiss
601
On the death of his Daughter
607
Sing on sweet thrush upon the leafless bough 153
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Página 401 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 154 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Página 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 109 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Página 346 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...
Página 109 - When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul, And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol.
Página 401 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 137 - Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys, And lonely stalk, To vent thy bosom's swelling rise In pensive walk. "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's maddening play Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was...
Página 94 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...

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