The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... • 146 · 149 154 162 167 · 171 · · 173 b 2 Man Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , The Lament ,. · Despondency . An Ode , . Winter . A Dirge , . The Cotter's Saturday Night , • Man was made to Mourn . A Dirge , A ( vii )
... • 146 · 149 154 162 167 · 171 · · 173 b 2 Man Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet , The Lament ,. · Despondency . An Ode , . Winter . A Dirge , . The Cotter's Saturday Night , • Man was made to Mourn . A Dirge , A ( vii )
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... Brother Poet , Page • 298 301 304 311 315 · 320 324 325 • • 335 337 339 340 ibid ibid 341 · ibid 342 · 344 348 • 350 • 351 353 358 • 361 363 365 367 372 APPENDIX , containing some particulars of the His- tory of the Poems in this Volume ...
... Brother Poet , Page • 298 301 304 311 315 · 320 324 325 • • 335 337 339 340 ibid ibid 341 · ibid 342 · 344 348 • 350 • 351 353 358 • 361 363 365 367 372 APPENDIX , containing some particulars of the His- tory of the Poems in this Volume ...
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... , is professionally , a brother of the Sovereign Order of the Ferula ; but , by intuition and inspiration , is at once an Apothecary , Sur- geon , and Physician . + Buchan's Domestic Medicine . ' See , here's a scythe , and there's a 44.
... , is professionally , a brother of the Sovereign Order of the Ferula ; but , by intuition and inspiration , is at once an Apothecary , Sur- geon , and Physician . + Buchan's Domestic Medicine . ' See , here's a scythe , and there's a 44.
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... Brother ye Or , strange to tell ! wad whip Aff straught to hell ! Lang syne , in Eden's bonie yard , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant , flow'ry ...
... Brother ye Or , strange to tell ! wad whip Aff straught to hell ! Lang syne , in Eden's bonie yard , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant , flow'ry ...
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... aiblins nae temptation . Then gently scan your VII . brother man , Still gentler sister woman ; Tho ' they may gang a kennin wrang , To step aside is human : I 2 One One point must still be greatly dark , The moving 115.
... aiblins nae temptation . Then gently scan your VII . brother man , Still gentler sister woman ; Tho ' they may gang a kennin wrang , To step aside is human : I 2 One One point must still be greatly dark , The moving 115.
Términos y frases comunes
aboon aerial band aith amaist amang auld baith bard Beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld dear Deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither John Barleycorn lasses life's Mailie maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet ta'en taen tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild winds winna wretched Ye'll ye're ΤΟ
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Página 178 - 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 !
Página 186 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 333 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Página 203 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Página 201 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 327 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Página 202 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 180 - 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 329 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Página 327 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...