The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition: Exhibited Under a New Plan of ArrangementPhillips, Sampson, and Company, 1854 - 524 páginas |
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... Dearie ?. 444 The Blissful Day ,. 445 Lovely Jean , 446 Lucy , 447 .... Blithe Phemie ,. 448 Charming Nannie , . 449 Green grow the Rashes , 451 The Highland Lassie , 452 Anna ,. 454 The Spinning - Wheel , 455 The Country Lassie ,. 456 ...
... Dearie ?. 444 The Blissful Day ,. 445 Lovely Jean , 446 Lucy , 447 .... Blithe Phemie ,. 448 Charming Nannie , . 449 Green grow the Rashes , 451 The Highland Lassie , 452 Anna ,. 454 The Spinning - Wheel , 455 The Country Lassie ,. 456 ...
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... dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary . Wi ' many a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder : But oh ! fell death's untimely ...
... dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary . Wi ' many a vow , and lock'd embrace , Our parting was fu ' tender ; And , pledging aft to meet again , We tore oursels asunder : But oh ! fell death's untimely ...
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... dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ; And now what seas between us roar , How can I but be eerie ? For oh , & c . How slow ye move , ye heavy hours ; The joyless day , how dreary ! It was na sae ye ...
... dearie . When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi ' thee , my dearie ; And now what seas between us roar , How can I but be eerie ? For oh , & c . How slow ye move , ye heavy hours ; The joyless day , how dreary ! It was na sae ye ...
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... dearie ; The sillie bogles , wealth and state , Can never make them eerie . O why , & c . CLARINDA . CLARINDA , mistress of my soul The measur'd time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole , So marks his latest sun . To what dark ...
... dearie ; The sillie bogles , wealth and state , Can never make them eerie . O why , & c . CLARINDA . CLARINDA , mistress of my soul The measur'd time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole , So marks his latest sun . To what dark ...
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... Willie , Here awa , there awa , haud away hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , BURNS'S POEMS . 399 Isabella, Wandering Willie, •
... Willie , Here awa , there awa , haud away hame ; Come to my bosom , my ain only dearie , Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same . Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting , BURNS'S POEMS . 399 Isabella, Wandering Willie, •
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amang auld baith bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest blithe bonie lasses bosom braes braw breast Brig brunstane Burns cauld charms claut Cutty-sark dear dearie Deil dimin Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flower frae gien glen grace green guid hame heart Heav'n Highland honest honor humble ilka ither John Barleycorn lassie Lord Mauchline maun monie morn mourn Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure plough poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul sugh sweet taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro TUNE unco warl weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild wind winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Página 316 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 81 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Página 226 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! 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 141 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Página 422 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Página 189 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Página 83 - While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart!
Página 384 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Página 227 - 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 443 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...