The poetical works of Robert Burns, Выпуск 351Bell, 1870 |
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... thou art sae Fair 338 339 The Poor and Honest Sodger 299 Yon wild mossy Mountains 340 Meg o ' the Mill 301 Auld Rob Morris 301 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie Face . O , saw ye my Dearie ? .... 341 341 Duncan Gray 302 Wha is that at my ...
... thou art sae Fair 338 339 The Poor and Honest Sodger 299 Yon wild mossy Mountains 340 Meg o ' the Mill 301 Auld Rob Morris 301 It is na , Jean , thy bonnie Face . O , saw ye my Dearie ? .... 341 341 Duncan Gray 302 Wha is that at my ...
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... Thou hast Left me Ever .. 375 Her Answer 417 Auld Lang Syne 376 Bonnie Peg - a - Ramsay 417 Bannockburn . [ Robert Bruce's Ad- There was a bonnie Lass . 418 dress to his Army ] 376 O , Mally's meek , Mally's sweet 418 My Spouse Nancy ...
... Thou hast Left me Ever .. 375 Her Answer 417 Auld Lang Syne 376 Bonnie Peg - a - Ramsay 417 Bannockburn . [ Robert Bruce's Ad- There was a bonnie Lass . 418 dress to his Army ] 376 O , Mally's meek , Mally's sweet 418 My Spouse Nancy ...
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... Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale 8 o ' food ; Or tumblin ' in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food ...
... Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale 8 o ' food ; Or tumblin ' in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines chief . Food ...
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... thou reams the horn in ! Or reeking on a New - year mornin ' 2 In cog or bicker , An ' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in , An ' gusty sucker ! 3 When Vulcan gies his bellows breath , An ' ploughman gather wi ' their graith , * O rare ...
... thou reams the horn in ! Or reeking on a New - year mornin ' 2 In cog or bicker , An ' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in , An ' gusty sucker ! 3 When Vulcan gies his bellows breath , An ' ploughman gather wi ' their graith , * O rare ...
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... thou'll but gie me still Hale breeks , 1 a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak ' a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER TO THE SCOTCH ...
... thou'll but gie me still Hale breeks , 1 a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak ' a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER TO THE SCOTCH ...
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amang arms auld banks bard beneath bonnie called charms comes dead dear death e'en e'er face fair faith fate fear fire flowers frae gi'e give grace guid ha'e hand head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honest honour hope hour I'll John kind land lass lassie leave light live look Lord mair mark Mary meet mind mony morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre play pleasure Poet poor pride roar Robert round scenes Scotland sing song soul spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought Till Tune turned wander weary weel whistle wild wind winter wish worth young
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Стр. 425 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Стр. xxvi - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
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...
Стр. 405 - 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. 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,...