The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Tears of Scotland 435 A Waukrife Minnie . Ah ! the Poor Shepherd's Mournful Fate 435 • Tullochgorum • The Mill , Mill , O 436 The Ewie wi ' the Crookit Horn • We Ran , and they Ran 436 Hughie Graham Waly , Waly 438 A Southland Jenny ...
... Tears of Scotland 435 A Waukrife Minnie . Ah ! the Poor Shepherd's Mournful Fate 435 • Tullochgorum • The Mill , Mill , O 436 The Ewie wi ' the Crookit Horn • We Ran , and they Ran 436 Hughie Graham Waly , Waly 438 A Southland Jenny ...
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... tears . " Release from this wretch's thraldom came at last , however , when , in the Whitsuntide of 1777 , Robert being then seventeen , his father removed the family from Mount Oliphant to the larger farm of Lochlea in the parish of ...
... tears . " Release from this wretch's thraldom came at last , however , when , in the Whitsuntide of 1777 , Robert being then seventeen , his father removed the family from Mount Oliphant to the larger farm of Lochlea in the parish of ...
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... tear yet sparkling upon it , in that verse in which its otherwise perishable beauty has been embalmed and eternized . Another day , again at Mossgiel , just six months earlier , he was following his ploughshare in that same field in the ...
... tear yet sparkling upon it , in that verse in which its otherwise perishable beauty has been embalmed and eternized . Another day , again at Mossgiel , just six months earlier , he was following his ploughshare in that same field in the ...
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... tears . " So affected was Burns by the print , or by the lines , or by the ideas suggested by both , that he actually , as Scott records , shed tears . Suppressing his emotion , however , he asked those about him whose were the words he ...
... tears . " So affected was Burns by the print , or by the lines , or by the ideas suggested by both , that he actually , as Scott records , shed tears . Suppressing his emotion , however , he asked those about him whose were the words he ...
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... tears over her grave at Greenock . If any purpose so pathetic as this was really underlying the project of that excursion , it must certainly be allowed to have been masked in the oddest conceivable way by the wildest hilarity ...
... tears over her grave at Greenock . If any purpose so pathetic as this was really underlying the project of that excursion , it must certainly be allowed to have been masked in the oddest conceivable way by the wildest hilarity ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amang arms auld banks beauty blithe bonnie breast Burns called charms comes dance dear dearie death e'er Edinburgh epigram eyes face fair fear flowers frae gang gi'e give grace green guid ha'e hame hand happy head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honour hope I'll Jean John Johnnie kind king laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er passed pleasure Poet Poet's poor rest Robert round sang sing smile song soul stanzas sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought true tune turn verses weary weel wife Willie wind wish written 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?