The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... lo'e best . " She had the privilege of waiting upon the Poet by his sick - bed , with the tenderness of a daughter . Her father , already then deceased , was Mr. John Lewars , supervisor of excise in And fortune favour worth and merit ...
... lo'e best . " She had the privilege of waiting upon the Poet by his sick - bed , with the tenderness of a daughter . Her father , already then deceased , was Mr. John Lewars , supervisor of excise in And fortune favour worth and merit ...
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... lo'e her mysel ' , but darena weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man , For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor ha'e't in her power to say na ...
... lo'e her mysel ' , but darena weel tell , My poverty keeps me in awe , man , For making o ' rhymes , and working at times , Does little or naething at a ' , man . Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse , Nor ha'e't in her power to say na ...
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... lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he ' ll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Altho ' his daddie was nae laird , And tho ' I ha'e na meikle tocher ; Yet rich in kindest , truest love , We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water ...
... lo'e him better ; And I'll be his , and he ' ll be mine , The bonnie lad o ' Gala Water . Altho ' his daddie was nae laird , And tho ' I ha'e na meikle tocher ; Yet rich in kindest , truest love , We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water ...
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... lo'e weel my Charlie's name , Though some there be abhor him ; But O , to see auld Nick gaun hame , And Charlie's faes before him ! We'll o'er the water , & c . I swear and vow by moon and stars , And sun that shines so early , If I had ...
... lo'e weel my Charlie's name , Though some there be abhor him ; But O , to see auld Nick gaun hame , And Charlie's faes before him ! We'll o'er the water , & c . I swear and vow by moon and stars , And sun that shines so early , If I had ...
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... lo'e best , And that's my ain dear Davie . Meet me on the warlock knowe , Bonnie Davie , dainty Davie ; There I'll spend the day wi ' you , My ain dear dainty Davie . [ O blaw , ye weslin winds , blaw saft 274 BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS .
... lo'e best , And that's my ain dear Davie . Meet me on the warlock knowe , Bonnie Davie , dainty Davie ; There I'll spend the day wi ' you , My ain dear dainty Davie . [ O blaw , ye weslin winds , blaw saft 274 BURNS ' POETICAL WORKS .
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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?