The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C.C. ClarkeCassell, Petter & Galpin, 1872 |
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... one of the stacks in the farm - yard of the Mains . ( A gentleman from Carnwath has kindly sent us a different version of the story . He says , the flag was hoisted on a centrical hill in that XVI LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
... one of the stacks in the farm - yard of the Mains . ( A gentleman from Carnwath has kindly sent us a different version of the story . He says , the flag was hoisted on a centrical hill in that XVI LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
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Robert Burns Charles Cowden Clarke. the flag was hoisted on a centrical hill in that neighbourhood ) . So soon as the ... hills , as seen from the Castle - went to Fer- guson's grave , and knelt and kissed the sod - took off his hat when ...
Robert Burns Charles Cowden Clarke. the flag was hoisted on a centrical hill in that neighbourhood ) . So soon as the ... hills , as seen from the Castle - went to Fer- guson's grave , and knelt and kissed the sod - took off his hat when ...
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... Hill to the north . Its society Its society was then , as still , when compared with towns of the same size in Scotland , of rather a refined and intellectual sort , although much more convivial than at present in its habits . In this ...
... Hill to the north . Its society Its society was then , as still , when compared with towns of the same size in Scotland , of rather a refined and intellectual sort , although much more convivial than at present in its habits . In this ...
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... the Mill 252 Caledonia Blithe hae I been on yon Hill 253 ' Twas na her bonnie blue e'e Logan Water 254 • Oh , gin my Love were yon Red How cruel are the Parents Mark yonder Pomp • • Rose 255 • This is no my ain Lassie • xxxii CONTENTS .
... the Mill 252 Caledonia Blithe hae I been on yon Hill 253 ' Twas na her bonnie blue e'e Logan Water 254 • Oh , gin my Love were yon Red How cruel are the Parents Mark yonder Pomp • • Rose 255 • This is no my ain Lassie • xxxii CONTENTS .
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... hill , Clap in his cheek a Highland gill , Say , such is royal George's will , An ' there's the foe , He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . 29 Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him PRAYER TO THE SCOTCH ...
... hill , Clap in his cheek a Highland gill , Say , such is royal George's will , An ' there's the foe , He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . 29 Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him PRAYER TO THE SCOTCH ...
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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...