The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Happy Friendship 288 263 My Tocher's the Jewel 289 263 Guidwife , Count the Lawin 289 264 There ' ll never be Peace till Jamie comes 264 Hame 289 265 The Bonnie Lad that ' s Far Awa ' . • 290 Landlady , Count the Lawin Raving Winds ...
... Happy Friendship 288 263 My Tocher's the Jewel 289 263 Guidwife , Count the Lawin 289 264 There ' ll never be Peace till Jamie comes 264 Hame 289 265 The Bonnie Lad that ' s Far Awa ' . • 290 Landlady , Count the Lawin Raving Winds ...
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... Happy Marriage · 409 Howlet - Face . • 393 The Lass of Patie's Mill . • 410 On Mr. James Gracie , Banker and Dean of Guild , Dumfries The Turnimspike • 410 · 394 Highland Laddie · 411 Irvine's Bairns . Addressed to a Lady whom the ...
... Happy Marriage · 409 Howlet - Face . • 393 The Lass of Patie's Mill . • 410 On Mr. James Gracie , Banker and Dean of Guild , Dumfries The Turnimspike • 410 · 394 Highland Laddie · 411 Irvine's Bairns . Addressed to a Lady whom the ...
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... happy marriage , played him false , by abruptly and peremptorily breaking off their courtship . This was Elli- son Begbie , whom , as he declared , five years after , in his autobiography , he adored , and who , nevertheless , as he ...
... happy marriage , played him false , by abruptly and peremptorily breaking off their courtship . This was Elli- son Begbie , whom , as he declared , five years after , in his autobiography , he adored , and who , nevertheless , as he ...
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... happy accident , were the Scottish Poems of Robert Fergusson . Eight years only had elapsed since the date of their first publication . Then , at length , they came into congenial hands . Thrilling at once to the sym- pathetic heart of ...
... happy accident , were the Scottish Poems of Robert Fergusson . Eight years only had elapsed since the date of their first publication . Then , at length , they came into congenial hands . Thrilling at once to the sym- pathetic heart of ...
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... happy surprise to his family , his widowed mother , his two brothers , and his three sisters , as he suddenly drew rein and dis- mounted at the farm porch of Mossgiel . As the familiar faces gathered about him , he and they must have ...
... happy surprise to his family , his widowed mother , his two brothers , and his three sisters , as he suddenly drew rein and dis- mounted at the farm porch of Mossgiel . As the familiar faces gathered about him , he and they must have ...
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amang arms auld banks beauty blithe bonnie breast Burns called charms comes dance dear dearie death e'er Edinburgh epigram eyes face fair fear flowers frae gang gi'e give grace green guid ha'e hame hand happy head hear heart Heaven Highland hills honour hope I'll Jean John Johnnie kind king laddie lady land lass lassie leave light lines live look Lord mair Mary maun meet mind mony morning ne'er never night o'er passed pleasure Poet Poet's poor rest Robert round sang sing smile song soul stanzas sweet tear tell thee There's thou thought true tune turn verses weary weel wife Willie wind wish written young
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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?