The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... weel down a shapely shank As e'er tread yird ; An ' could ha'e flown out - owre a stank Like onie bird . It's now some nine - an ' - twenty year Sin ' thou was my guid father's meere ; He gied me thee , o ' tocher clear , An ' fifty ...
... weel down a shapely shank As e'er tread yird ; An ' could ha'e flown out - owre a stank Like onie bird . It's now some nine - an ' - twenty year Sin ' thou was my guid father's meere ; He gied me thee , o ' tocher clear , An ' fifty ...
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... weel wared . Guid grant that thou may aye inherit Thy mither's person , grace , and merit , An ' thy poor worthless daddy's spirit , Without his failin's , ' T will please me mair to hear and see ' t Than stockit mailens . EPISTLE TO ...
... weel wared . Guid grant that thou may aye inherit Thy mither's person , grace , and merit , An ' thy poor worthless daddy's spirit , Without his failin's , ' T will please me mair to hear and see ' t Than stockit mailens . EPISTLE TO ...
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... weel , tak ' care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no designed to try its mettle ; But if I did , I wad be kittle To be misleared ; I wad na ... Weel , weel ! " says I , " POEMS . 55.
... weel , tak ' care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no designed to try its mettle ; But if I did , I wad be kittle To be misleared ; I wad na ... Weel , weel ! " says I , " POEMS . 55.
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Robert Burns William Charles M. Kent. " Weel , weel ! " says I , " a bargain be ' t ; Come , gie's your hand , an ' sae , we're gree't ; We'll ease our shanks an ' tak ' a seat , " Hornbook was by , wi ' ready art , And had sae fortified ...
Robert Burns William Charles M. Kent. " Weel , weel ! " says I , " a bargain be ' t ; Come , gie's your hand , an ' sae , we're gree't ; We'll ease our shanks an ' tak ' a seat , " Hornbook was by , wi ' ready art , And had sae fortified ...
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... weel paid for ' t ; Yet stops me o ' my lawfu ' prey Wi ' his d -d dirt : " But , hark ! I'll tell you of a plot , Though dinna ye be speaking o't ; I'll nail the self - conceited sot , As dead's a herrin ' ; " Whare I killed ane a fair ...
... weel paid for ' t ; Yet stops me o ' my lawfu ' prey Wi ' his d -d dirt : " But , hark ! I'll tell you of a plot , Though dinna ye be speaking o't ; I'll nail the self - conceited sot , As dead's a herrin ' ; " Whare I killed ane a fair ...
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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?