The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns,: Arranged in the Order of Their Earliest Publication, Том 1James M'Kie., 1871 |
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... weary pund o ' tow , 297 I hae a wife o ' my ain , 298 When she cam ben she bobbed , O for ane - and - twenty , Tam , O Kenmure's on and awa ' , Willie , Bess and her spinning - wheel , My Collier Laddie , Nithsdale's welcome hame ...
... weary pund o ' tow , 297 I hae a wife o ' my ain , 298 When she cam ben she bobbed , O for ane - and - twenty , Tam , O Kenmure's on and awa ' , Willie , Bess and her spinning - wheel , My Collier Laddie , Nithsdale's welcome hame ...
Стр. xxxix
... two years ' promises , kindly stepped in , and carried him away to ' where the wicked cease from troubling , and where the weary are at rest ! ' " - Autobiography . " When my father's affairs drew near a crisis , ( xxxix )
... two years ' promises , kindly stepped in , and carried him away to ' where the wicked cease from troubling , and where the weary are at rest ! ' " - Autobiography . " When my father's affairs drew near a crisis , ( xxxix )
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... weary - laden mourn ! - ( P . 85 , Vol . I. ) “ LOCHLEA , 17th February , 1784. - DEAR COUSIN ~ On the 13th current , I lost the best of fathers . Though , to be sure , we have had long warning of the impending stroke , still the ...
... weary - laden mourn ! - ( P . 85 , Vol . I. ) “ LOCHLEA , 17th February , 1784. - DEAR COUSIN ~ On the 13th current , I lost the best of fathers . Though , to be sure , we have had long warning of the impending stroke , still the ...
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... flunkies answer at the bell ; * Cuchullin's dog in Ossian's Fingal .- ( R . B. 1786. ) † Altered , in 1794 , to- " Until wi ' daffin weary grown , Upou a knowe they sat them down . " He ca's his coach ; he ca's his horse ; ( 2 )
... flunkies answer at the bell ; * Cuchullin's dog in Ossian's Fingal .- ( R . B. 1786. ) † Altered , in 1794 , to- " Until wi ' daffin weary grown , Upou a knowe they sat them down . " He ca's his coach ; he ca's his horse ; ( 2 )
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... weary toil ; Thou ev'n brightens dark Despair , Wi ' gloomy smile . Aft , clad in massy , siller weed , Wi ' Gentles thou erects thy head ; Yet humbly kind , in time o ' need , The poor man's wine ; His wee drap pirratch , * or his ...
... weary toil ; Thou ev'n brightens dark Despair , Wi ' gloomy smile . Aft , clad in massy , siller weed , Wi ' Gentles thou erects thy head ; Yet humbly kind , in time o ' need , The poor man's wine ; His wee drap pirratch , * or his ...
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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.