Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott: Two LivesG. Routledge, 1858 - Всего страниц: 278 |
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... weel thou was a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken blellum ; That frae November till October , Ae market - day thou wasna sober ; That ilka melder , wi ' the miller , Thou sat as lang as thou had siller ; That ev'ry naig was ...
... weel thou was a skellum , A blethering , blustering , drunken blellum ; That frae November till October , Ae market - day thou wasna sober ; That ilka melder , wi ' the miller , Thou sat as lang as thou had siller ; That ev'ry naig was ...
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... Weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on thro ' dub and mire , Despising wind , and rain , and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet ; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet Whiles ...
... Weel mounted on his grey mare , Meg , A better never lifted leg , Tam skelpit on thro ' dub and mire , Despising wind , and rain , and fire ; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet ; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet Whiles ...
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... Weel done , Cutty - sark ! " And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees bizz out wi ' angry fyke , When ROBERT BURNS . 57 But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, ...
... Weel done , Cutty - sark ! " And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied , When out the hellish legion sallied . As bees bizz out wi ' angry fyke , When ROBERT BURNS . 57 But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, ...
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... bonnie black een , And vow'd for my love he was dying ; I said he might die when he liked for Jean , The Lord forgie me for lying , for lying , The Lord forgie me for lying ! A weel - stocked mailen - himsel ' for the ROBERT BURNS . 59.
... bonnie black een , And vow'd for my love he was dying ; I said he might die when he liked for Jean , The Lord forgie me for lying , for lying , The Lord forgie me for lying ! A weel - stocked mailen - himsel ' for the ROBERT BURNS . 59.
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Two Lives James White. A weel - stocked mailen - himsel ' for the laird- And marriage aff - hand , were his proffers ; I never loot on that I kenn'd it , or car'd , But thought I may hae waur offers , waur offers , But thought I might ...
Two Lives James White. A weel - stocked mailen - himsel ' for the laird- And marriage aff - hand , were his proffers ; I never loot on that I kenn'd it , or car'd , But thought I may hae waur offers , waur offers , But thought I might ...
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Стр. 55 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 61 - Ae farewell, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee...
Стр. 37 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Стр. 65 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...
Стр. 35 - SOLDIER, REST! THY WARFARE O'ER" From " The Lady of the Lake " SOLDIER, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 87 - And, oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Стр. 21 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Стр. 87 - An honest man's the noblest work of God.' And certes in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind: What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!
Стр. 19 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Стр. 82 - 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 sequester'd scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways ; What Aikin in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween ! November chill blaws loud wi...