Robert Burns in Other Tongues: A Critical Review of the Translations of the Songs & Poems of Robert BurnsJ. MacLehose and Sons, 1896 - 560 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Afton alldem amores Angellier Auld Auld Lang Syne Bartsch bien bravo Giovanni Burns Burns's C'est cœur corte Cottar's Saturday Night cuore daar Flow gently FRANS DE CORT give Gott haar Haha Herz hyn oll isch Jacks jamais Jenny jenž John Anderson John Barleycorn když la Madelaine Laun Leben Legerlotz LEON DE WAILLY Lieb liefde lines Maar Macht Maggie manch Mann már Mary Morison meer mein Lieb Mewn mijn Nacht Nannie Nathan the Wise niemand niet oedd omne quid original Ortensi Otto Baisch piece poem poet qu'il rendered Robert Burns Robin Ruete schon Scots Shanter sijn Silbergleit smíchu song szép thou tout translation trotz alldem tutto verse vieux voll waar Wailly Weib whilst wohl Zeit zijn былъ всё въ какъ мой онъ съ Тэмъ
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Página 226 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings ; '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 ? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Página 362 - But pleasures are like poppies spread : You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches Tam maun ride : That hour, o...
Página 252 - Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! 44S For a
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Página 329 - He who stills the raven's clam'rous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 226 - 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. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Página 121 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 120 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 329 - An' makes him quite forget his labour and his toil. ' Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun' ; Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie* rin A cannie * errand to a neebor town : Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu...