The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - 212 páginas |
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... Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - loved abode : Last , white - robed Peace , crowned with a hazel wreath , To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; [ wrath . At sight of ...
... Worth in equal measures trode From simple Catrine , their long - loved abode : Last , white - robed Peace , crowned with a hazel wreath , To rustic Agriculture did bequeath The broken iron instruments of death ; [ wrath . At sight of ...
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... worth- less rake . Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben ; A strappan youth ; he taks the mother's eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses , pleughs , and kye . The youngster's artless heart o ...
... worth- less rake . Wi ' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben ; A strappan youth ; he taks the mother's eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses , pleughs , and kye . The youngster's artless heart o ...
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... never - ceasing toil ; Think ye , are we less blest than they , Wha scarcely tent us in their way , As hardly worth their while ? Alas ! how aft in haughty mood , God's creatures they oppress ! Or else , neglecting a 18 BURNS .
... never - ceasing toil ; Think ye , are we less blest than they , Wha scarcely tent us in their way , As hardly worth their while ? Alas ! how aft in haughty mood , God's creatures they oppress ! Or else , neglecting a 18 BURNS .
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... worth a f - t , Damn'd haet they'll kill . ' Twas but yestreen , nae farther gaen , I threw a noble throw at ane ; Wi ' less , I'm sure , I've hundreds slain : But deil - ma - care , It just play'd dirl on the bane , But did nae mair ...
... worth a f - t , Damn'd haet they'll kill . ' Twas but yestreen , nae farther gaen , I threw a noble throw at ane ; Wi ' less , I'm sure , I've hundreds slain : But deil - ma - care , It just play'd dirl on the bane , But did nae mair ...
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... worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , Or some curmurring in his guts , His only son for Hornbook sets , An ' pays him weel . The lad ...
... worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . A countra Laird had ta'en the batts , Or some curmurring in his guts , His only son for Hornbook sets , An ' pays him weel . The lad ...
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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
ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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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...