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And ev'ry time has added proofs , That Man was made to mourn . IV . O Man !
while in thy early years , How prodigal of time ! Mif - spending all thy precious
hours , Thy glorious youthful prime ! Alternate Follies take the sway ; Licentious ...
And ev'ry time has added proofs , That Man was made to mourn . IV . O Man !
while in thy early years , How prodigal of time ! Mif - spending all thy precious
hours , Thy glorious youthful prime ! Alternate Follies take the sway ; Licentious ...
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Thee , Matthew , Nature's fel shall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity
strays forlorn , Frae man exil'd . Ye hills , near neebors o'the starns , That proudly
cock your cresting cairns ! Ye cliffs , the haunts of sailing yearns , Where Echo ...
Thee , Matthew , Nature's fel shall mourn By wood and wild , Where , haply , Pity
strays forlorn , Frae man exil'd . Ye hills , near neebors o'the starns , That proudly
cock your cresting cairns ! Ye cliffs , the haunts of sailing yearns , Where Echo ...
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Mourn little harebells o'er the lee ; Ye stately foxgloves fair to fee ; Ye woodbines
hanging bonnilie , In scented bow'rs ; Ye roses on your thorny tree , The first o '
flow'rs . At dawn , when ev'ry grassy blade Droops with a diamond at his head , At
...
Mourn little harebells o'er the lee ; Ye stately foxgloves fair to fee ; Ye woodbines
hanging bonnilie , In scented bow'rs ; Ye roses on your thorny tree , The first o '
flow'rs . At dawn , when ev'ry grassy blade Droops with a diamond at his head , At
...
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Mourn , ye wee fongsters o ' the wood ; Ye grouss that crap the heather bud ; Ye
curlews calling thro ' a clud ; Ye whistling plover ; And mourn , ye whirring paitrick
brood 3 He's gane for ever ! Mourn , footy coots , and speckled teals ; Ye fisher ...
Mourn , ye wee fongsters o ' the wood ; Ye grouss that crap the heather bud ; Ye
curlews calling thro ' a clud ; Ye whistling plover ; And mourn , ye whirring paitrick
brood 3 He's gane for ever ! Mourn , footy coots , and speckled teals ; Ye fisher ...
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Mourn him thou Sun , great source of light ! Mourn , Empress of the filent night !
And you , ye twinkling starnies bright , My Matthew mourn ! For through your orbs
he's taen his flight , Ne'er to return . 0 , O , H ******** ! the man ! the brother ( 173 :)
Mourn him thou Sun , great source of light ! Mourn , Empress of the filent night !
And you , ye twinkling starnies bright , My Matthew mourn ! For through your orbs
he's taen his flight , Ne'er to return . 0 , O , H ******** ! the man ! the brother ( 173 :)
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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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