The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and Criticism on His WritingsJ. Crissey and J. Grigg, 1831 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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... tear , Let not woman e'er complain Long , long the night , Loud blaw the frosty breezes , Louis , what reck I by thee ,. M. • 116 161 O Philly , happy be the day , 102 106 O saw ye bonnie Lesley , 97 O poortith cauld , and restless love ...
... tear , Let not woman e'er complain Long , long the night , Loud blaw the frosty breezes , Louis , what reck I by thee ,. M. • 116 161 O Philly , happy be the day , 102 106 O saw ye bonnie Lesley , 97 O poortith cauld , and restless love ...
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... tear's in my e'e , Wee Willie Gray , and his leather wallet ; Wha is this at my bower door ? 115 110 When first I came to Stewart Kyle , What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie , 147 • 102 When Guilford good our pilot stood ...
... tear's in my e'e , Wee Willie Gray , and his leather wallet ; Wha is this at my bower door ? 115 110 When first I came to Stewart Kyle , What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie , 147 • 102 When Guilford good our pilot stood ...
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... tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear Or mak our bardie ...
... tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear Or mak our bardie ...
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... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the lodge an unco devel : Tam Samson's dead When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the curlers flock , Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
... tears will revel , Like ony bead ; Death's gien the lodge an unco devel : Tam Samson's dead When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the curlers flock , Wi ' gleesome speed , Wha will they ...
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... tears , and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in mis'ry's squalid nest , She strains your infant to her joyless breast , And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rock- ing blast ! Oh ye ! who sunk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
... tears , and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in mis'ry's squalid nest , She strains your infant to her joyless breast , And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rock- ing blast ! Oh ye ! who sunk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
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Стр. 143 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Стр. 96 - 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. 102 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Стр. 87 - SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
Стр. 44 - And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Стр. 70 - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Стр. 42 - 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...
Стр. 42 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleased 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 scents...
Стр. 30 - 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. 47 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.