The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Fair . 290 Raving Winds around her Blowing 266 · Ah , Chloris ! 291 How Lang and Dreary is the Night Musing on the Roaring Ocean 266 Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 291 266 It is na , Jean , thy Bonnie Face 292 Blithe was she . 267 O , Saw ye ...
... Fair . 290 Raving Winds around her Blowing 266 · Ah , Chloris ! 291 How Lang and Dreary is the Night Musing on the Roaring Ocean 266 Yon Wild Mossy Mountains 291 266 It is na , Jean , thy Bonnie Face 292 Blithe was she . 267 O , Saw ye ...
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... Fair 346 · 319 Had I a Cave 346 · 320 By Allan Stream 346 • 320 The Charming Month of May · 347 Here's his Health in Water • 320 Come , let Me take Thee . • 347 My Peggy's Face Gloomy December • · 321 Bruce at Bannockburn • 348 · 321 ...
... Fair 346 · 319 Had I a Cave 346 · 320 By Allan Stream 346 • 320 The Charming Month of May · 347 Here's his Health in Water • 320 Come , let Me take Thee . • 347 My Peggy's Face Gloomy December • · 321 Bruce at Bannockburn • 348 · 321 ...
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... Fair , " and " Holy Willie's Prayer . " From the date when those withering satires began to be shown about in manuscript , Robert Burns was a marked man in Ayrshire . Thenceforth he was recognized by men of every class , INTRODUCTORY ...
... Fair , " and " Holy Willie's Prayer . " From the date when those withering satires began to be shown about in manuscript , Robert Burns was a marked man in Ayrshire . Thenceforth he was recognized by men of every class , INTRODUCTORY ...
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... fair Virtue's way ; Again in folly's path might go astray ; Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray , Who act so counter heavenly Mercy's plan ? Who sin so oft have mourned , yet to temptation ...
... fair Virtue's way ; Again in folly's path might go astray ; Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray , Who act so counter heavenly Mercy's plan ? Who sin so oft have mourned , yet to temptation ...
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... fair strae death , By loss o ' blood or want o ' breath , This night I'm free to tak ' my aith , That Hornbook's skill Has clad a score i ' their last claith , By drap an ' pill . " An honest wabster to his trade , Whase wife's twa ...
... fair strae death , By loss o ' blood or want o ' breath , This night I'm free to tak ' my aith , That Hornbook's skill Has clad a score i ' their last claith , By drap an ' pill . " An honest wabster to his trade , Whase wife's twa ...
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Стр. 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Стр. 106 - 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. 92 - 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. 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Стр. 91 - MY loved, my honored, much respected friend, No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end ; My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's...
Стр. 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Стр. 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, 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...
Стр. 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Стр. 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Стр. 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?