The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... · Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord , of Whitefoord , Bart . , with the foregoing Poem The Rights of Woman • 200 8888 202 202 PAGE PAGE Monody on a Lady Famed for her Ca- vi CONTENTS .
... · Lament for James , Earl of Glencairn Lines sent to Sir John Whitefoord , of Whitefoord , Bart . , with the foregoing Poem The Rights of Woman • 200 8888 202 202 PAGE PAGE Monody on a Lady Famed for her Ca- vi CONTENTS .
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... Lady 246 To Collector Mitchell 218 Rob Mossgiel . 246 To a Young Lady , with a Present of The Belles of Mauchline . 246 Books • 219 Hunting Song . . 247 To Colonel De Peyster 219 Nature's Law • nedy . · The Tarbolton Lasses The Ronalds ...
... Lady 246 To Collector Mitchell 218 Rob Mossgiel . 246 To a Young Lady , with a Present of The Belles of Mauchline . 246 Books • 219 Hunting Song . . 247 To Colonel De Peyster 219 Nature's Law • nedy . · The Tarbolton Lasses The Ronalds ...
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... Lady 276 Fair Eliza 302 Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw . 276 Ye Jacobites by Name 302 Whistle o'er the Lave o't . 277 Ye Banks and Braes o ' Doon 303 Your Rosy Cheeks are turned sae Wan 277 Sic a Wife as Willie had . · 303 O , were ...
... Lady 276 Fair Eliza 302 Of a ' the Airts the Wind can Blaw . 276 Ye Jacobites by Name 302 Whistle o'er the Lave o't . 277 Ye Banks and Braes o ' Doon 303 Your Rosy Cheeks are turned sae Wan 277 Sic a Wife as Willie had . · 303 O , were ...
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... Lady's Gown , there's Gairs upon't . Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Gowden Locks of Anna 322 Down the Burn Davie • 348 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . • 349 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . To Mary • Here's to thy ...
... Lady's Gown , there's Gairs upon't . Amang the Trees , where Humming Bees The Gowden Locks of Anna 322 Down the Burn Davie • 348 322 Thou hast Left Me Ever . • 349 322 Auld Lang Syne • 349 The Winter of Life . To Mary • Here's to thy ...
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... Lady's Pocket - Book When First I Saw Fair Jeanie's Face 374 The Parson's Looks . The Land o ' the Leal 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks ? · 375 The Toast quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES . 376 Tavern ...
... Lady's Pocket - Book When First I Saw Fair Jeanie's Face 374 The Parson's Looks . The Land o ' the Leal 375 The Toadeater . Fairest Maid on Devon Banks ? · 375 The Toast quis " EPIGRAMS , EPITAPHS , AND EXTEMPORE VERSES . 376 Tavern ...
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amang auld baith blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's canna cauld charms Clarinda de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fair Farewell fate flowers frae Gala Water gang Gavin Hamilton gi'e glen grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Johnnie Kilmarnock kiss laddie lady laird lassie lo'e Lord Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor rhyme Robert Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots sing song stanzas sweet Syne Tarbolton tears tell thee There's thou Tune Tune-"The unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wife Willie young
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Página 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Página 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Página 92 - 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 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Página 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Página 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, 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...
Página 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Página 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 92 - 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?