The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1869 - Всего страниц: 612 |
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... face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife .. For lords or kings I dinna mourn .. Friend of the Poet , tried and leal .. From those drear ...
... face False flatterer , Hope , away ! Farewell , old Scotia's bleak domains Fill me with the rosy wine Fintray , my stay in worldly strife .. For lords or kings I dinna mourn .. Friend of the Poet , tried and leal .. From those drear ...
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... face . It was the charming month o ' May . Jamie , come try me .. Jeanie's bosom .. Jockey's taen the parting kiss .. John Anderson , my jo ... John Barleycorn Kenmure's on and awa PAGE 849 508 .......... 356 438 351 366 544 512 897 351 ...
... face . It was the charming month o ' May . Jamie , come try me .. Jeanie's bosom .. Jockey's taen the parting kiss .. John Anderson , my jo ... John Barleycorn Kenmure's on and awa PAGE 849 508 .......... 356 438 351 366 544 512 897 351 ...
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... face , my Peggy's form 382 My tocher's the jewel . 483 My wife's a winsome wee thing .. 466 Nithsdale's welcome hame .. 533 Now spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife ...
... face , my Peggy's form 382 My tocher's the jewel . 483 My wife's a winsome wee thing .. 466 Nithsdale's welcome hame .. 533 Now spring has clad the groves in green .. 373 Now westlin ' winds and slaughtering guns .. 464 Oh ay my wife ...
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... face of orient day .. Duncan Gray came here to woo .... Farewell , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies 366 438 453 Farewell , thou stream that winding flows . 475 Farewell to a ' our Scottish fame 436 Farewell , ye dungeons ...
... face of orient day .. Duncan Gray came here to woo .... Farewell , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies 366 438 453 Farewell , thou stream that winding flows . 475 Farewell to a ' our Scottish fame 436 Farewell , ye dungeons ...
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... face . It was a ' for our rightfu ' king . It was the charming month of May . It was upon a Lammas night PAGE 477 547 569 474 858 Jockey's taen the parting kiss John Anderson , my jo , John .. Ken ye aught o ' Captain Grose ... Landlady ...
... face . It was a ' for our rightfu ' king . It was the charming month of May . It was upon a Lammas night PAGE 477 547 569 474 858 Jockey's taen the parting kiss John Anderson , my jo , John .. Ken ye aught o ' Captain Grose ... Landlady ...
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aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet syne taen tear tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The verses wander weary weel whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
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Стр. 298 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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. 347 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Стр. 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Стр. 106 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Стр. 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Стр. 487 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Стр. 205 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Стр. 378 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Стр. 569 - IT was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' king "We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; "We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Стр. 93 - 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 nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...