The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 páginas |
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... dead's a herrin : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! " But just as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal , Which raised us baith : I took the way that ...
... dead's a herrin : Niest time we meet , I'll wad a groat , He gets his fairin ! " But just as he began to tell , The auld kirk - hammer strak the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal , Which raised us baith : I took the way that ...
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... dead . Thence countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ; For , oh ! the yellow treasure's taen , By witching skill ; An ' dawtit , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill . Thence mystic knots ...
... dead . Thence countra wives , wi ' toil an ' pain , May plunge an ' plunge the kirn in vain ; For , oh ! the yellow treasure's taen , By witching skill ; An ' dawtit , twal - pint Hawkie's gaen As yell's the Bill . Thence mystic knots ...
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... dead ! Thou , Autumn , wi ' thy yellow hair , In grief thy sallow mantle tear ! Thou , Winter , hurling through the air The roaring blast , Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost . Mourn him , thou Sun , great source of ...
... dead ! Thou , Autumn , wi ' thy yellow hair , In grief thy sallow mantle tear ! Thou , Winter , hurling through the air The roaring blast , Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost . Mourn him , thou Sun , great source of ...
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... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake , thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of woe and wild despair ! Awake , resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last ...
... dead , And hope has left my aged ken , On forward wing for ever fled . " Awake , thy last sad voice , my harp ! The voice of woe and wild despair ! Awake , resound thy latest lay , Then sleep in silence evermair ! And thou , my last ...
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... dead . " My poor toop - lamb , my son an ' heir , O , bid him breed him up wi ' care ! An ' , if he live to be a beast , To pit some havins in his breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no ...
... dead . " My poor toop - lamb , my son an ' heir , O , bid him breed him up wi ' care ! An ' , if he live to be a beast , To pit some havins in his breast ! An ' warn him , what I winna name , To stay content wi ' yowes at hame ; An ' no ...
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The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Sin vista previa disponible - 2014 |
The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and Letters Alfred Howard Sin vista previa disponible - 2014 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 132 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Página 13 - 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 the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 74 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Página 142 - As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Página 137 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Página 139 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Página 130 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 12 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Página 131 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Página 15 - 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...