Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volumen2 |
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There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bofom sun - ward spread , Thou
lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the mare uptears thy bed ,
And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural
shade !
There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bofom sun - ward spread , Thou
lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the mare uptears thy bed ,
And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid , Sweet flow'ret of the rural
shade !
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They took a plough and plough'd him down , Put clods upon his head , And they
hae sworn a folemn oath John Barleycorn was dead . III . But the chearful Spring
came kindly on , And show'rs began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And ...
They took a plough and plough'd him down , Put clods upon his head , And they
hae sworn a folemn oath John Barleycorn was dead . III . But the chearful Spring
came kindly on , And show'rs began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And ...
Página 119
His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . V. The
fober Autumn enter'd mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and
drooping head Show'd he began to fail . VI . His colour ficken'd more and more ...
His head weel arm'd wi ' pointed spears , That no one should him wrong . V. The
fober Autumn enter'd mild , When he grew wan and pale ; His bending joints and
drooping head Show'd he began to fail . VI . His colour ficken'd more and more ...
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While Autumn , benefactor kind , By Tweed erects his aged head , And sees , with
self - approving mind , Each creature on his bounty fed . While maniac Winter
rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows , Rousing the turbid torrent's
roar ...
While Autumn , benefactor kind , By Tweed erects his aged head , And sees , with
self - approving mind , Each creature on his bounty fed . While maniac Winter
rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows , Rousing the turbid torrent's
roar ...
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... dancing Creepin , creeping Darklins , darkling Crood or croud , to coo as a
Daur , to dare , daur't dared dove Dappl't , dappled Crunt , a blow on the head
Daimen , rare , now and with a cudgel then ; daimen - icker , an ear Cuif , a
blockhead ...
... dancing Creepin , creeping Darklins , darkling Crood or croud , to coo as a
Daur , to dare , daur't dared dove Dappl't , dappled Crunt , a blow on the head
Daimen , rare , now and with a cudgel then ; daimen - icker , an ear Cuif , a
blockhead ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aged amang arms auld Bard Beneath better blaſt blow bonnie bright corn dear Death dimin ev'n ev'ry face fair fall fate fear fellow fing fire fome frae glorious grace Green guid hand head hear heart Heav'n hills hope hour juſt kind laſt light maun meet mind monie morn mourn Muſe Nature ne'er never night noble noiſe o'er owre pleaſure pleugh poor Pow'r pride reſt rigs roar Robert round Scotland ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmall ſome ſpare ſpring ſtill ſtorm ſweet tear tell thee thoſe thou thought thro Till tree tune turn twas weary weel Whiſtle whoſe wild wind woods worth wretched Ye'll young youthful
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Página 204 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Página 17 - 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 15 - 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. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart...
Página 142 - But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O ; An' warly cares, an' warly men, May a
Página 13 - 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 His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in' Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.
Página 13 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high, Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 11 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Página 201 - That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet, Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares Lest bogles catch him unawares: Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
Página 10 - O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt 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...
Página 202 - And thro the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Volumen2 Poems: Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, Robert Burns |
| Autor | Robert Burns |
| Editor | T. Cadell, 1797 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 14 Dic. 2006 |
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