The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Объемы 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... bear upon it . The result was The Holy Fair , The Ordination , Holy Willie's Prayer , and other satires , as much distinguished for their coarse severity and bitterness , as for their genius . The applause which greeted these pieces em ...
... bear upon it . The result was The Holy Fair , The Ordination , Holy Willie's Prayer , and other satires , as much distinguished for their coarse severity and bitterness , as for their genius . The applause which greeted these pieces em ...
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... bear the honours , and inherit the virtues , of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my country found me , as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha , at the plough , and threw her inspiring mantle over me . She bade me sing the loves ...
... bear the honours , and inherit the virtues , of their ancestors ? The poetic genius of my country found me , as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha , at the plough , and threw her inspiring mantle over me . She bade me sing the loves ...
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... bear a heart shall support me still . 1 Compare- Lang or noon loud tempests storming.- Burns . Loud tempests storming before parting day . — Mrs. C. Swelling drumlie wave.- . Burns . Grow drumlie and dark . — Mrs . C. Though fickle ...
... bear a heart shall support me still . 1 Compare- Lang or noon loud tempests storming.- Burns . Loud tempests storming before parting day . — Mrs. C. Swelling drumlie wave.- . Burns . Grow drumlie and dark . — Mrs . C. Though fickle ...
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... bear , and not repine ! FROM A MEMORANDUM BOOK . OH why the deuce should I repine , And be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine , I I'll go and be a sodger ! gat some gear wi ' mickle care , I held it weel ...
... bear , and not repine ! FROM A MEMORANDUM BOOK . OH why the deuce should I repine , And be an ill foreboder ? I'm twenty - three , and five feet nine , I I'll go and be a sodger ! gat some gear wi ' mickle care , I held it weel ...
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... bear them to my master dear . 6 Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , And let them wander at their will ...
... bear them to my master dear . 6 Tell him , if e'er again he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep , O bid him never tie them mair Wi ' wicked strings o ' hemp or hair ! But ca ' them out to park or hill , And let them wander at their will ...
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Amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw Burns Burns's canna Cessnock charms dear death deil e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Fête Champêtre fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet Syne tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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Стр. 148 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, " Let us worship God,
Стр. 149 - 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 the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,...
Стр. 200 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Стр. 150 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Стр. 146 - 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.
Стр. 150 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
Стр. 277 - There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. 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 flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Стр. 257 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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 flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 18 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Стр. 16 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.