The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volumen1McKie and Drennan, 1876 |
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... bank , The banks of the Devon , 219 220 Duncan Gray ( older set ) , 221 The Ploughman , 222 Landlady , count the lawin , 223 Raving winds around her blowing , 224 How long and dreary is the night ( first set ) , 225 Musing on the ...
... bank , The banks of the Devon , 219 220 Duncan Gray ( older set ) , 221 The Ploughman , 222 Landlady , count the lawin , 223 Raving winds around her blowing , 224 How long and dreary is the night ( first set ) , 225 Musing on the ...
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... bank of flowers , 243 The day returns , my bosom burns , 244 My Love she's but a lassie yet , 244 Jamie come try me , 245 ... banks of Nith , 264 266 266 267 268 269 270 271 Tam Glen , . 271 Songs from Johnson's Fourth Vol . , August 13 ...
... bank of flowers , 243 The day returns , my bosom burns , 244 My Love she's but a lassie yet , 244 Jamie come try me , 245 ... banks of Nith , 264 266 266 267 268 269 270 271 Tam Glen , . 271 Songs from Johnson's Fourth Vol . , August 13 ...
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... banks o ' Doon ( first version ) , Ye banks and braes o ' bonie Doon , Sic a wife as Willie had , Lady Mary Ann , 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 Such a parcel of rogues in a nation , Kellyburn ( xiv )
... banks o ' Doon ( first version ) , Ye banks and braes o ' bonie Doon , Sic a wife as Willie had , Lady Mary Ann , 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 Such a parcel of rogues in a nation , Kellyburn ( xiv )
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... Banks .— ( Page 254 , Vol . II . ) SONG : Mary Morison .- ( Page 87 , Vol . II . ) SONG : Peggy Alison .- ( Page 232 ... Banks was the inspirer of " My Nanie O , " as well as of " Mary Morison " and " Peggy Alison . " In the notes ...
... Banks .— ( Page 254 , Vol . II . ) SONG : Mary Morison .- ( Page 87 , Vol . II . ) SONG : Peggy Alison .- ( Page 232 ... Banks was the inspirer of " My Nanie O , " as well as of " Mary Morison " and " Peggy Alison . " In the notes ...
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... banks , has remarked as follows regarding that matter : - " The belle - fille who caused his melancholy at Irvine , was the aforesaid Ellison Begbie , one , for whom he evidently had a most sincere respect , but who declined a nearer ...
... banks , has remarked as follows regarding that matter : - " The belle - fille who caused his melancholy at Irvine , was the aforesaid Ellison Begbie , one , for whom he evidently had a most sincere respect , but who declined a nearer ...
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Afton Allan Cunningham amang auld Ayrshire ballad banks bard beautiful birks of Aberfeldy blaw blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw Brig Burns charms CHORUS Clarinda composed dear death Dumfries Dunlop e'er Edinburgh edition Ellisland Epistle Eppie Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell frae Gavin Hamilton George Thomson glen gude hame heart Highland honest honour Jean John John Anderson Kilmarnock Laddie lady lassie letter lyric Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poor rhyme Rob Morris Robert ROBERT BURNS says Scotch Scotland Shanter sing stanzas Stenhouse sweet Tarbolton tear tell thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme unco verses weary weel Whare whistle wife Willie wind words ye'll ye're young
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Página 69 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his Head ; How His first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounc'd by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope...
Página 66 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 88 - 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 69 - 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 356 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross!
Página 254 - John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 352 - Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; 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' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Página 68 - The sire turns o'er with patriarchal grace The big ha' -bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship GOD !
Página 68 - 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? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Página 320 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.