The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Volúmenes1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... bright , How fumblin cuifs their dearies slight ; Wae worth the name ! Nae howdie gets a social night , Or plack frae them . When neebors anger at a plea , An ' just as wud as wud can be , How easy can the barley - bree Cement the ...
... bright , How fumblin cuifs their dearies slight ; Wae worth the name ! Nae howdie gets a social night , Or plack frae them . When neebors anger at a plea , An ' just as wud as wud can be , How easy can the barley - bree Cement the ...
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... bright : Adown the glittering stream they featly danc'd ; Bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd : They footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet : While arts of minstrelsy among them ...
... bright : Adown the glittering stream they featly danc'd ; Bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd : They footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat , The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet : While arts of minstrelsy among them ...
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... bright , A tight , outlandish hizzie , braw , Come full in sight . Ye need na doubt , I held my whisht ; The infant aith , half - form'd , was crusht ; I glowr'd as eerie's I'd been dusht In some wild glen ; When sweet , like modest ...
... bright , A tight , outlandish hizzie , braw , Come full in sight . Ye need na doubt , I held my whisht ; The infant aith , half - form'd , was crusht ; I glowr'd as eerie's I'd been dusht In some wild glen ; When sweet , like modest ...
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... the patriot bard , In bright succession raise , her ornament and guard ! END OF VOL I. THOTHE C. WHITTINGHAM , Printer , 103 , Goswell street . THE POETICAL WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS . COLLATED WITH THE. SCOTISH POEMS . 139.
... the patriot bard , In bright succession raise , her ornament and guard ! END OF VOL I. THOTHE C. WHITTINGHAM , Printer , 103 , Goswell street . THE POETICAL WORKS OF ROBERT BURNS . COLLATED WITH THE. SCOTISH POEMS . 139.
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... bright Like onie ditch ; And then , O what a glorious sight , Warm - reekin , rich ! Then horn for horn they stretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmost on they drive , Till a ' their weel - swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ...
... bright Like onie ditch ; And then , O what a glorious sight , Warm - reekin , rich ! Then horn for horn they stretch an ' strive , Deil tak the hindmost on they drive , Till a ' their weel - swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums ...
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aith amaist amang auld azure skies bairns baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest blythe bonnie braes braw bright cauld corn crunt Cutty-sark dear deil dimin e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn kennin lasses Lord Lord Gregory maun merry ploughboy monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poor poussie pow'r pride rhyme rigs roar round rustic Samson's dead sark saw thee Scotia's Scotish Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne taen tear tell thegither thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild wind winna wrang wretch Ye'll ye're
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Página 130 - 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 129 - 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 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Página 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Página 89 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 130 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Página 130 - 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 scents the ev'ning gale.
Página 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Página 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Página 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...