The Beauties of Burns: Consisting of Selections from His Poems and LettersT. Davison, 1826 - Всего страниц: 212 |
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... sweet , in the green thorn The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep - toned plovers , grey , wild - whistling o'er the Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy Independence bravely bred , By arly ...
... sweet , in the green thorn The soaring lark , the perching red - breast shrill , Or deep - toned plovers , grey , wild - whistling o'er the Shall he , nurst in the Peasant's lowly shed , To hardy Independence bravely bred , By arly ...
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... Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring ; Then , crown'd with flowery hay , came Rural Joy , And Summer , with his fervid - beaming eye : All - cheering Plenty , with her flowing horn , Led yellow Autumn wreath'd with nodding corn ...
... Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring ; Then , crown'd with flowery hay , came Rural Joy , And Summer , with his fervid - beaming eye : All - cheering Plenty , with her flowing horn , Led yellow Autumn wreath'd with nodding corn ...
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... sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his perjured arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour , virtue , conscience , all exiled ? Is there no pity , no relenting ruth , Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints ...
... sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his perjured arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour , virtue , conscience , all exiled ? Is there no pity , no relenting ruth , Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints ...
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... , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refined ! O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil , Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet BURNS . 15.
... , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refined ! O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil , Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet BURNS . 15.
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... sweet content ! 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 ...
... sweet content ! 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 ...
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ain dear amang ance auld bard Beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blate blaw blest bonnie Doon bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane canna cauld charms Cutty-sark dearest deil e'en e'er fair fate flowers fortune's frae glen green guid Halloween hame heart Heaven honest honour horse-leech hour humble ilka ither John Anderson John Barleycorn Laird lasses life's lo'es Lord Gregory luve Mailie maun mind mony morning mourn muse nae mair Nancy Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er Out-owre owre pleasure poor posie pride rhyme roar round sang Scotland sing smile song soul stream sugh swearin sweet Syne tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou unco wander warlock weary weel Whare Whyles wild winds winter wretch Ye'll younkers
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Стр. 132 - Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, and a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Стр. 13 - 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. 74 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Стр. 142 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Стр. 137 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Стр. 139 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Стр. 130 - 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. 12 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Стр. 131 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Стр. 15 - 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...