The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... maun stan , ' wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho 5.
... maun stan , ' wi ' aspect humble , An ' hear it a ' , an ' fear an ' tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches ; But surely poor folk maun be wretches ! LUATH . LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho 5.
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Robert Burns. LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho ' constantly on poortith's brink : They're sae accustom'd wi ' the sight , The view o't gies them little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are sae guided , They're ay in ...
Robert Burns. LUATH . They're nae sae wretched's ane wad think Tho ' constantly on poortith's brink : They're sae accustom'd wi ' the sight , The view o't gies them little fright . Then chance an ' fortune are sae guided , They're ay in ...
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... : And ay ' he catch'd the tither wretch , To fry them in his caudrons : But now his honour maun detach , Wi ' a ' his brimstone squadrons , VOL . III . Fast , fast this day . F XI . XI . See , see auld Orthodoxy's faes She's swingein 65.
... : And ay ' he catch'd the tither wretch , To fry them in his caudrons : But now his honour maun detach , Wi ' a ' his brimstone squadrons , VOL . III . Fast , fast this day . F XI . XI . See , see auld Orthodoxy's faes She's swingein 65.
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... wretched fate , ' Whom friends and fortune quite disown ! ♢ Ill - satisfy'd , keen nature's clam'rous call ... wretch , already crushed low By cruel fortune's undeserved blow ? ' Affliction's sons are brothers in distress , ' A brother ...
... wretched fate , ' Whom friends and fortune quite disown ! ♢ Ill - satisfy'd , keen nature's clam'rous call ... wretch , already crushed low By cruel fortune's undeserved blow ? ' Affliction's sons are brothers in distress , ' A brother ...
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... . O THOU pale orb , that silent shines , While care - untroubled mortals sleep ! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines , And wanders here to wail and weep ! HOME . With woe I nightly vigils keep , Beneath thy wan With 162.
... . O THOU pale orb , that silent shines , While care - untroubled mortals sleep ! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines , And wanders here to wail and weep ! HOME . With woe I nightly vigils keep , Beneath thy wan With 162.
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aboon aerial band aith amaist amang auld baith bard Beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld dear Deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither John Barleycorn lasses life's Mailie maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet ta'en taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild winds winna wretched Ye'll ye're ΤΟ
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Página 178 - 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 186 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 333 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Página 203 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Página 201 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 327 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Página 202 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 180 - 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 329 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Página 327 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...