The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie 268 • . Man ? 293 · • • 269 The Bon..ie Wee Thing 294 Braving Angry Winter's Storms 269 The Tither Morn • 294 Tibbie ...
... o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie 268 • . Man ? 293 · • • 269 The Bon..ie Wee Thing 294 Braving Angry Winter's Storms 269 The Tither Morn • 294 Tibbie ...
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... o'er wi ' Strae 406 On Jessy Lewars ' Sickness 393 The Lass o ' Livingston 408 On the Recovery of Jessy Lewars . 393 The last Time I came o'er the Moor . 403 To a Painter , whom he found Painting Johnnie's Grey Breeks 409 a Picture of ...
... o'er wi ' Strae 406 On Jessy Lewars ' Sickness 393 The Lass o ' Livingston 408 On the Recovery of Jessy Lewars . 393 The last Time I came o'er the Moor . 403 To a Painter , whom he found Painting Johnnie's Grey Breeks 409 a Picture of ...
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... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him farther woe , And still , as signs of life appeared ...
... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him farther woe , And still , as signs of life appeared ...
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... o'er a land ! Ev'n in the peaceful rural vale , Truth , weeping , tells the mournful tale , How pampered Luxury , Flattery by her side , The parasite empoisoning her ear , With all the servile wretches in the rear , Looks o'er proud ...
... o'er a land ! Ev'n in the peaceful rural vale , Truth , weeping , tells the mournful tale , How pampered Luxury , Flattery by her side , The parasite empoisoning her ear , With all the servile wretches in the rear , Looks o'er proud ...
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... O'er a ' the height , And saw gin they were sick or hale , At the first sight . He fine a mangy sheep could scrub , Or nobly fling the gospel club , And New - Light herds could nicely drub , Or pay their skin ; Could shake them owre the ...
... O'er a ' the height , And saw gin they were sick or hale , At the first sight . He fine a mangy sheep could scrub , Or nobly fling the gospel club , And New - Light herds could nicely drub , Or pay their skin ; Could shake them owre the ...
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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?