The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition: Exhibited Under a New Plan of ArrangementPhillips, Sampson, and Company, 1854 - Всего страниц: 524 |
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... thou be my Dearie ?. 444 The Blissful Day ,. 445 Lovely Jean , 446 Lucy , 447 .... Blithe Phemie ,. 448 Charming Nannie , . 449 Green grow the Rashes , 451 The Highland Lassie , 452 Anna ,. 454 The Spinning - Wheel , 455 The Country ...
... thou be my Dearie ?. 444 The Blissful Day ,. 445 Lovely Jean , 446 Lucy , 447 .... Blithe Phemie ,. 448 Charming Nannie , . 449 Green grow the Rashes , 451 The Highland Lassie , 452 Anna ,. 454 The Spinning - Wheel , 455 The Country ...
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... thou- sand times have I trembled at the idea of the degrading epithets that malice or misrepresentation may affix to my name . Often , in blasting anticipation , have I listened to some future hackney scribbler , with the heavy malice ...
... thou- sand times have I trembled at the idea of the degrading epithets that malice or misrepresentation may affix to my name . Often , in blasting anticipation , have I listened to some future hackney scribbler , with the heavy malice ...
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... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's undaunted heart , Who dar'd to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part ; ( The patriot's God , peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
... Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro ' Wallace's undaunted heart , Who dar'd to nobly stem tyrannic pride , Or nobly die , the second glorious part ; ( The patriot's God , peculiarly thou art , His friend , inspirer ...
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... THOU whom chance may hither lead , Be thou clad in russet weed , Be thou deck'd in silken stole , Grave these counsels on thy soul- Life is but a day at most , Sprung from night , in darkness lost ; Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour , Fear ...
... THOU whom chance may hither lead , Be thou clad in russet weed , Be thou deck'd in silken stole , Grave these counsels on thy soul- Life is but a day at most , Sprung from night , in darkness lost ; Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour , Fear ...
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... thou'st seen , and heard , and wrought ; And teach the sportive younkers round , Laws of experience , sage and sound . Say , Man's true , genuine estimate , The grand criterion of his fate , Is not , Art thou high or low ? Did thy ...
... thou'st seen , and heard , and wrought ; And teach the sportive younkers round , Laws of experience , sage and sound . Say , Man's true , genuine estimate , The grand criterion of his fate , Is not , Art thou high or low ? Did thy ...
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Стр. 316 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Стр. 81 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Стр. 226 - 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. 141 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Стр. 422 - Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills ; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Стр. 189 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Стр. 83 - While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart!
Стр. 384 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Стр. 227 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Стр. 443 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...