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Then paints the ruin's Maid , and their distraction wild ! XI . But now the Supper
crowns their fimple board , The healsome Parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The
foupe their only Hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan snugly chows her
cood ...
Then paints the ruin's Maid , and their distraction wild ! XI . But now the Supper
crowns their fimple board , The healsome Parritch , chief o ' Scotia's food : The
foupe their only Hawkie does afford , That ' yont the hallan snugly chows her
cood ...
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Their hapless Race wild - wand'ring roam ! Tho ' rigid Law cries out , ' twas just !
VII . Wild beats my heart , to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore ,
VOL . II . , F Thro ' Thro ' hoftile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody ( 81 )
Their hapless Race wild - wand'ring roam ! Tho ' rigid Law cries out , ' twas just !
VII . Wild beats my heart , to trace your steps , Whose ancestors , in days of yore ,
VOL . II . , F Thro ' Thro ' hoftile ranks and ruin'd gaps Old Scotia's bloody ( 81 )
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1 THE gloomy night is gath'ring fást , Loud roars the wild inconstant blast , Yon
murky cloud is foul with rain , I see it driving o'er the plain ; The Hunter now has
left the moor , The scatt'red coveys meet secure , While here I wander , prest with
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1 THE gloomy night is gath'ring fást , Loud roars the wild inconstant blast , Yon
murky cloud is foul with rain , I see it driving o'er the plain ; The Hunter now has
left the moor , The scatt'red coveys meet secure , While here I wander , prest with
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While maniac Winter rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows , Rousing
the turbid torrent's roar , Or sweeping , wild , a waste of snows . So long , sweet
Poet of the Year , Shall bloom that wreath thou well haft won ; While Scotia , with
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While maniac Winter rages o'er The hills whence classic Yarrow flows , Rousing
the turbid torrent's roar , Or sweeping , wild , a waste of snows . So long , sweet
Poet of the Year , Shall bloom that wreath thou well haft won ; While Scotia , with
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1 Here , foaming down the skelvy rocks , In twisting strength I rin ; There , high my
boiling torrent smokes , Wild - roaring o'er a linn : Enjoying large each spring and
well As Nature gave them me , I am , altho ' I say't mysel , Worth gaun a mile to ...
1 Here , foaming down the skelvy rocks , In twisting strength I rin ; There , high my
boiling torrent smokes , Wild - roaring o'er a linn : Enjoying large each spring and
well As Nature gave them me , I am , altho ' I say't mysel , Worth gaun a mile to ...
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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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