The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1844 - 575 páginas |
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... Verses on seeing a wounded hare limp by me , which a fellow had just shot at ib . The Auld Farmer's New - Year morning salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie The Death and dying Words of Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy " The Humble Petition ...
... Verses on seeing a wounded hare limp by me , which a fellow had just shot at ib . The Auld Farmer's New - Year morning salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie The Death and dying Words of Poor Mailie Poor Mailie's Elegy " The Humble Petition ...
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... Verses written on the Windows of the Globe Tavern , Dumfries Epigram on Captain Grose Extempore , in answer to an Invitation to spend an hour at a Tavern Epigram , on his treatment at Inverary A verse presented to the Master of a House ...
... Verses written on the Windows of the Globe Tavern , Dumfries Epigram on Captain Grose Extempore , in answer to an Invitation to spend an hour at a Tavern Epigram , on his treatment at Inverary A verse presented to the Master of a House ...
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... Verses written under violent Grief , whilst he contemplated sailing to Jamaica The Hermit , written in the wood of Aberfeldy . 564 To my Bed • · The Tree of Liberty On the death of his Daughter On the same · 565 · . 566 . 569 • 570 ...
... Verses written under violent Grief , whilst he contemplated sailing to Jamaica The Hermit , written in the wood of Aberfeldy . 564 To my Bed • · The Tree of Liberty On the death of his Daughter On the same · 565 · . 566 . 569 • 570 ...
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... verses duly appreciated , delicacy might find it difficult to express its acknowledgments . The fervent imagination of the rus- tic bard possessed more of tenderness than of respect . Instead of raising himself to the condition of the ...
... verses duly appreciated , delicacy might find it difficult to express its acknowledgments . The fervent imagination of the rus- tic bard possessed more of tenderness than of respect . Instead of raising himself to the condition of the ...
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... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sung a song , which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids , with whom he was in love ! and I saw no reason ...
... verses like printed ones , composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my girl sung a song , which was said to be composed by a small country laird's son , on one of his father's maids , with whom he was in love ! and I saw no reason ...
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amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Caledonia canna cauld charms CHORUS dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flowers frae glen hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Kilmarnock lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing song sorrow soul sparklin sweet syne tear tell thee There's thine thou hast thro Tune.-The verses wander weary weel Whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Página 285 - 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 strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Página 81 - 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 281 - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
Página 31 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How...
Página 525 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Página 319 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 32 - 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...
Página 19 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Página 249 - O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an
Página 29 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...