Poems: Poems-v. 2. Poems as they appeared inthe early Edinburgh editions.-v. 3. Posthmuous [!] poems.-v. 4. SongsJ. M'Kie, 1786 |
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... the house- My heart has been fae fain to fee them , That I for joy hae barket wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae faid ,. Sic game is now owre aften play'd ; There's monie a creditable ftock O ' decent , honest ( 16 )
... the house- My heart has been fae fain to fee them , That I for joy hae barket wi ' them . Still it's owre true that ye hae faid ,. Sic game is now owre aften play'd ; There's monie a creditable ftock O ' decent , honest ( 16 )
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Robert Burns. There's monie a creditable ftock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root an ' branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himfel the faster In favor wi ' some gentle Mafter ...
Robert Burns. There's monie a creditable ftock O ' decent , honest , fawsont folk , Are riven out baith root an ' branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himfel the faster In favor wi ' some gentle Mafter ...
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... monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that Brandy , burnan trash ! Fell source o ' monie a pain an ' brash ! Twins monie a poor , doylt , druken hash O ( 26 )
... monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that Brandy , burnan trash ! Fell source o ' monie a pain an ' brash ! Twins monie a poor , doylt , druken hash O ( 26 )
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Robert Burns. Twins monie a poor , doylt , druken hash O ' half his days ; An ' fends , befide , auld Scotland's cash To her warft faes . Ye Scots wha wifh auld Scotland well , Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor , plackless devils ...
Robert Burns. Twins monie a poor , doylt , druken hash O ' half his days ; An ' fends , befide , auld Scotland's cash To her warft faes . Ye Scots wha wifh auld Scotland well , Ye chief , to you my tale I tell , Poor , plackless devils ...
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... ' Livistone , the bauld Sir Willie ; An ' monie ithers , Whom auld Demofthenes or Tully To Might own for brithers . Arouse my boys ! exert your mettle , get auld Scotland back her kettle ! D Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle ( 33 )
... ' Livistone , the bauld Sir Willie ; An ' monie ithers , Whom auld Demofthenes or Tully To Might own for brithers . Arouse my boys ! exert your mettle , get auld Scotland back her kettle ! D Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle ( 33 )
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 103 - ... how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's...
Página 104 - 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 ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Página 104 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Página 102 - 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...
Página 141 - I'll no say, men are villains a' ; The real, harden'd wicked, Wha hae nae check but human law, Are to a few restricked : But Och ! mankind are unco weak, An...
Página 95 - Belyve,* the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Página 99 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Página 98 - 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?
Página 47 - Now, butt an' ben, the Change-house fills, Wi' yill-caup Commentators : Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters ; While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, Wi' logic, an' wi' Scripture, They raise a din, that in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
Página 160 - What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns an' stools; If honest Nature made you fools, What sairs your grammars? Ye'd better ta'en up spades and shools, Or knappin'-hammers. A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An...