The poetical works of Robert Burns, Выпуск 351Bell, 1870 |
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Стр. xii
... soul of a servile author , looking for a continuation of those favours : I was bred to the plough , and am independent . I come to claim the common Scottish name with you , my illustrious Countrymen ; and to tell the world that I glory ...
... soul of a servile author , looking for a continuation of those favours : I was bred to the plough , and am independent . I come to claim the common Scottish name with you , my illustrious Countrymen ; and to tell the world that I glory ...
Стр. xx
... soul about her , or steal out to meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably ...
... soul about her , or steal out to meet her ; and the last two nights of my stay in the country , had sleep been a mortal sin , the image of this modest and innocent girl had kept me guiltless . " I returned home very considerably ...
Стр. xxi
... soul to meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortification . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was my constitu- tional melancholy being increased to such a ...
... soul to meet me in the field of matrimony , jilted me , with peculiar circumstances of mortification . The finishing evil that brought up the rear of this infernal file , was my constitu- tional melancholy being increased to such a ...
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... soul ; And in his book of life the inmates poor enrol . Then homeward all take off their several way ; The youngling cottagers retire to rest : The parent pair their secret homage pay , And proffer up to Heaven the warm request That He ...
... soul ; And in his book of life the inmates poor enrol . Then homeward all take off their several way ; The youngling cottagers retire to rest : The parent pair their secret homage pay , And proffer up to Heaven the warm request That He ...
Стр. 15
... soul o ' plays an ' pranks ! Accept a Bardie's humble thanks ! When wanting thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a- -s ! Thee , Ferintosh !!! O sadly lost ! Scotland ...
... soul o ' plays an ' pranks ! Accept a Bardie's humble thanks ! When wanting thee , what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses ! Thou comes- -they rattle i ' their ranks At ither's a- -s ! Thee , Ferintosh !!! O sadly lost ! Scotland ...
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aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er EPISTLE fair Farewell fate flowers frae GAVIN HAMILTON gi'e grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka ither Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie laird lassie lo'e Lord Mauchline maun mony morn mourn Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scots Scottish sigh sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet ta'en Tarbolton tear tell thee There's thou tune unco verses wander weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind Ye'll young
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Стр. 25 - 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.
Стр. 315 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
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Стр. 68 - 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. 324 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Стр. 347 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Стр. 55 - 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 power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast ! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Стр. 49 - Think on the dungeon's grim confine, Where guilt and poor misfortune pine ! Guilt, erring man, relenting view ! But shall thy legal rage pursue The wretch, already crushed low, By cruel fortune's undeserved blow? Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! " I heard nae mair, for Chanticleer Shook off the pouthery snaw, And hail'd the morning with a cheer, A cottage-rousing craw. But deep this truth impress'd my mind — Thro' all His works abroad,...