The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volumen1McKie and Drennan, 1876 |
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... Lady , 247 • I love my Jean- " Of a ' the airts , " 248 Carl , an the king come , 249 Whistle o'er the lave o't , 250 O , were I on Parnassus hill , 250 The captive ribband , There's a youth in this city , My heart's in the Highlands ...
... Lady , 247 • I love my Jean- " Of a ' the airts , " 248 Carl , an the king come , 249 Whistle o'er the lave o't , 250 O , were I on Parnassus hill , 250 The captive ribband , There's a youth in this city , My heart's in the Highlands ...
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... ( old Ballad ) , The 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 )
... ( old Ballad ) , The 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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... lady , Song - Anna , thy charms my bosom fire , Verses on the death of John M'Leod , Esq . , The humble petition of Bruar Water , On scaring some water - fowl in Loch - Turit , Written in the parlour of Kenmore Inn , Written while ...
... lady , Song - Anna , thy charms my bosom fire , Verses on the death of John M'Leod , Esq . , The humble petition of Bruar Water , On scaring some water - fowl in Loch - Turit , Written in the parlour of Kenmore Inn , Written while ...
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... Lady W. M. Constable , in 1789 : -Though my fathers had not illustrious honors and vast properties to hazard in that contest where even to be unfortunate was glorious , -though they left their humble cottages only to add so many units ...
... Lady W. M. Constable , in 1789 : -Though my fathers had not illustrious honors and vast properties to hazard in that contest where even to be unfortunate was glorious , -though they left their humble cottages only to add so many units ...
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... Lady .- ( Page 259 , Vol . II . ) SONG : O leave novels , ye Mauchline Belles .- ( P . 237 , Vol . II . — Note , p . 116 , Vol . IL ) JULY 27 , 1784. - Elected Depute - master of St. James ' Lodge , Tarbolton . VERSES TO RANKINE : I am ...
... Lady .- ( Page 259 , Vol . II . ) SONG : O leave novels , ye Mauchline Belles .- ( P . 237 , Vol . II . — Note , p . 116 , Vol . IL ) JULY 27 , 1784. - Elected Depute - master of St. James ' Lodge , Tarbolton . VERSES TO RANKINE : I am ...
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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.