The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... mind , ” he himself sang in perhaps his finest , certainly his most characteristic , song , " is King o ' men for a ' that . " As Lord Lytton once said , in reference to his great contemporary , Charles Dickens ( who was seated upon his ...
... mind , ” he himself sang in perhaps his finest , certainly his most characteristic , song , " is King o ' men for a ' that . " As Lord Lytton once said , in reference to his great contemporary , Charles Dickens ( who was seated upon his ...
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... mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ' ! Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak ' our bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's lost a friend and ...
... mind to moop an ' mell Wi ' sheep o ' credit like thysel ' ! Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak ' our bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's lost a friend and ...
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... mind , indicates clearly enough the mood which in the subjoined verses found metrical expression : - " Sometimes , indeed , when for an hour or two my spirits are a little lightened , I glimmer a little into futurity ; but my only ...
... mind , indicates clearly enough the mood which in the subjoined verses found metrical expression : - " Sometimes , indeed , when for an hour or two my spirits are a little lightened , I glimmer a little into futurity ; but my only ...
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... mind a feg , The last o't , the warst o't , Is only for to beg . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en , When banes are crazed , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtless , great distress ; Yet then content could make us blest ; E'en then ...
... mind a feg , The last o't , the warst o't , Is only for to beg . To lie in kilns and barns at e'en , When banes are crazed , and bluid is thin , Is , doubtless , great distress ; Yet then content could make us blest ; E'en then ...
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... mind— Through all His works abroad , The heart , benevolent and kind , The most resembles God . THE POET'S WELCOME TO HIS ILLEGITIMATE CHILD . [ Of bonnie Betty's after fate we know nothing ; but of the child who was traditionally the ...
... mind— Through all His works abroad , The heart , benevolent and kind , The most resembles God . THE POET'S WELCOME TO HIS ILLEGITIMATE CHILD . [ Of bonnie Betty's after fate we know nothing ; but of the child who was traditionally the ...
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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?