The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1870 - 612 páginas |
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... wind as ever blew .. As father Adam first was fool'd Ask why God made the gem so small As Mailie , an ' her lambs thegither As on the banks o ' wandering Nith .. Auld chuckie Reekie's sair distrest . Auld comrade dear and brither sinner ...
... wind as ever blew .. As father Adam first was fool'd Ask why God made the gem so small As Mailie , an ' her lambs thegither As on the banks o ' wandering Nith .. Auld chuckie Reekie's sair distrest . Auld comrade dear and brither sinner ...
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... wind blew hollow frae the hills . Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among . Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair This day , Time winds the exhausted chain . This wot ye all whom it concerns 168 610 130 202 213 182 281 269 194 604 Thou of ...
... wind blew hollow frae the hills . Thee , Caledonia , thy wild heaths among . Thine be the volumes , Jessy fair This day , Time winds the exhausted chain . This wot ye all whom it concerns 168 610 130 202 213 182 281 269 194 604 Thou of ...
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... winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife she dang ne 512 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier 427 Oh for ane - and - twenty , Tam 425 Oh guid ale comes Oh lay thy loof in mine , lass Oh leave novels , ye Mauchline belles . Oh let me in ...
... winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife she dang ne 512 Oh bonnie was yon rosy brier 427 Oh for ane - and - twenty , Tam 425 Oh guid ale comes Oh lay thy loof in mine , lass Oh leave novels , ye Mauchline belles . Oh let me in ...
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... wind can blaw . 441 Old age ... 360 On a bank of flowers 414 On Cessnock banks there lives a lass .. 499 On the battle of Sheriff - muir . 487 On the seas and far away 470 One night as I did wander 503 Open the door to me , O ... Our ...
... wind can blaw . 441 Old age ... 360 On a bank of flowers 414 On Cessnock banks there lives a lass .. 499 On the battle of Sheriff - muir . 487 On the seas and far away 470 One night as I did wander 503 Open the door to me , O ... Our ...
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... winds The rigs of barley .. The rose - bud 372 483 893 507 , 530 484 440 393 353 422 The ruin'd Maid's Lament . The soldier's return The sons of old Killie The tailor The tither morn The Union The Vision The weary pund o ' tow . The ...
... winds The rigs of barley .. The rose - bud 372 483 893 507 , 530 484 440 393 353 422 The ruin'd Maid's Lament . The soldier's return The sons of old Killie The tailor The tither morn The Union The Vision The weary pund o ' tow . The ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland fair fame Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae gien glen grace hame heart Heaven Highland honest honor ilka lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun mind monie morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul sweet Syne taen tears tell thee There's thro TUNE-The unco verses wander weary weel whistle Whyles wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Página 401 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 154 - 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 108 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 109 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, 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.
Página 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Página 346 - See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, — Chains and slaverie! 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...
Página 109 - When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul, And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol.
Página 401 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 137 - Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys, And lonely stalk, To vent thy bosom's swelling rise In pensive walk. "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's maddening play Wild send thee pleasure's devious way, Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was...
Página 94 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...