The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. ClarkeCassell, Petter & Galpin, 1872 |
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... Lines on scaring wildfowl in Loch - Turit , " and " Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , " are beautiful -his lines on " Foyers " and " Taymouth " are laboriously unsuccessful . Arrived again in Edinburgh , he found new trials awaiting ...
... Lines on scaring wildfowl in Loch - Turit , " and " Blythe , blythe , and merry was she , " are beautiful -his lines on " Foyers " and " Taymouth " are laboriously unsuccessful . Arrived again in Edinburgh , he found new trials awaiting ...
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... taken cum grano salis ; but the fact that Burns felt it keenly , shows that there was some truth , as well as much vigour and venom in the lines . And now came 1796 - the last year this ill xxvi LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
... taken cum grano salis ; but the fact that Burns felt it keenly , shows that there was some truth , as well as much vigour and venom in the lines . And now came 1796 - the last year this ill xxvi LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
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... Lines sent to Sir John White- tieth Psalm foord , of Whitefoord , Bart . To a Mountain Daisy Tam o ' Shanter · To Ruin . . · On seeing a Wounded Hare To Miss Logan . limp by PAGE Address to the Shade of Thom- son EPITAPHS- Bonnie.
... Lines sent to Sir John White- tieth Psalm foord , of Whitefoord , Bart . To a Mountain Daisy Tam o ' Shanter · To Ruin . . · On seeing a Wounded Hare To Miss Logan . limp by PAGE Address to the Shade of Thom- son EPITAPHS- Bonnie.
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... Lines written on a Copy of 228 Thomson's Songs Written with a Pencil over the On the Seas and Far Away . Chimney - piece in the Parlour • of the Inn at Kenmore , Tay- mouth 229 Written with a Pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers 230 ...
... Lines written on a Copy of 228 Thomson's Songs Written with a Pencil over the On the Seas and Far Away . Chimney - piece in the Parlour • of the Inn at Kenmore , Tay- mouth 229 Written with a Pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers 230 ...
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... line ; Oh , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! Lying at a revEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE NIGHT , THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING VERSES IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT . 1 0 THOU dread Power , who reign'st above ! I know Thou wilt me ...
... line ; Oh , aid me with Thy help , Omnipotence Divine ! Lying at a revEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE NIGHT , THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING VERSES IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT . 1 0 THOU dread Power , who reign'st above ! I know Thou wilt me ...
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aboon amang ance auld auld lang syne banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms CHORUS claut Cottars dear dearest dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair fate fête champêtre flowers frae Gala water glen grace grief Gude hame heart Heaven Highland lassie honest ilka ither Jamie Kilmarnock laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure poems poet poor pride roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland sing skelpin song sorrow soul sweet Syne tear tell thee There's thine thou TUNE unco wander weary weel Whigs whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna ye'll young Он
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Стр. 115 - 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; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then, kneeling down to heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs...
Стр. 114 - His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air. 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. 115 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 202 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Стр. 114 - 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 an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Стр. 205 - 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. 77 - 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. 39 - 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...
Стр. 113 - Wi' kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben ; A strappan youth ; he taks the Mother's eye ; Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But blate, an laithfu', scarce can weel behave ; The Mother, wi...
Стр. 19 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith, Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o...