The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns,: Arranged in the Order of Their Earliest Publication, Том 1James M'Kie., 1871 |
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Стр. vii
... printing of volume first was commenced , and the " printer's copy " was literally produced piecemeal , to keep pace with the press , which was impeded by the technical obstacles consequent on distance and on the stereotyping process ...
... printing of volume first was commenced , and the " printer's copy " was literally produced piecemeal , to keep pace with the press , which was impeded by the technical obstacles consequent on distance and on the stereotyping process ...
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... printed pieces . " - Reliques . FRAGMENT : Though fickle Fortune has deceiv'd me .- ( Page 251 , Vol . II . ) SONG : O raging Fortune's withering blast .— ( Page 250 , Vol . II . ) PRAYER : 0 thou great Being ! - ( Page 176 , Vol . I ...
... printed pieces . " - Reliques . FRAGMENT : Though fickle Fortune has deceiv'd me .- ( Page 251 , Vol . II . ) SONG : O raging Fortune's withering blast .— ( Page 250 , Vol . II . ) PRAYER : 0 thou great Being ! - ( Page 176 , Vol . I ...
Стр. xxxvi
... printed in Currie's first edition . THE POET'S ENTRY AS A FREE - MASON . [ 1781. - AGE 22. ] May Secrecy round be the Mystical Bound , And Brotherly Love be the Centre ! - ( P . 364 , Vol . II . ) " ON 25th June , 1781 , the St. James ...
... printed in Currie's first edition . THE POET'S ENTRY AS A FREE - MASON . [ 1781. - AGE 22. ] May Secrecy round be the Mystical Bound , And Brotherly Love be the Centre ! - ( P . 364 , Vol . II . ) " ON 25th June , 1781 , the St. James ...
Стр. xxxviii
... printed pieces ; The death of poor Mailie ; John Barleycorn , and Songs I. II . and III . " [ in Edinburgh edition . ] - Autobiography . The death and dying words of poor Mailie .- ( Page 30 , Vol . I. ) BALLAD : John Barleycorn ...
... printed pieces ; The death of poor Mailie ; John Barleycorn , and Songs I. II . and III . " [ in Edinburgh edition . ] - Autobiography . The death and dying words of poor Mailie .- ( Page 30 , Vol . I. ) BALLAD : John Barleycorn ...
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... printed poem , The Lament . This was a most melancholy affair , which I cannot yet bear to reflect on . I gave up my part of the farm to my brother ( in truth , it was only nominally mine ) , and made what little preparation was in my ...
... printed poem , The Lament . This was a most melancholy affair , which I cannot yet bear to reflect on . I gave up my part of the farm to my brother ( in truth , it was only nominally mine ) , and made what little preparation was in my ...
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Стр. 88 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Стр. 70 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide ; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Стр. 70 - 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. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Стр. 89 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Стр. 67 - Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye : The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi* joy.
Стр. 311 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the wood-bine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, And sae did I o
Стр. 69 - 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.
Стр. 351 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Стр. 85 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Стр. 67 - 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 evening gale.