The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Объемы 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... native seats ; and may Domestic Happiness , with a smil- ing welcome , meet you at your gates ! May Cor- ruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance ; and may tyranny in the Ruler , and licentiousness in DEDICATION . 13.
... native seats ; and may Domestic Happiness , with a smil- ing welcome , meet you at your gates ! May Cor- ruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance ; and may tyranny in the Ruler , and licentiousness in DEDICATION . 13.
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... meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health , or want o ' masters , Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld and hunger ; But , how it comes , I never ken'd yet , They're maistly wonderfu ' contented ...
... meet wi ' sair disasters , Like loss o ' health , or want o ' masters , Ye maist wad think , a wee touch langer , An ' they maun starve o ' cauld and hunger ; But , how it comes , I never ken'd yet , They're maistly wonderfu ' contented ...
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... loan ; When up they gat , and shook their Ings , Rejoic'd they were na men but dogs ; An ' each took aff his several way , Resolv'd to meet some ither day . SCOTCH DRINK . Gie him strong drink , until he 22 SCOTISH POEMS .
... loan ; When up they gat , and shook their Ings , Rejoic'd they were na men but dogs ; An ' each took aff his several way , Resolv'd to meet some ither day . SCOTCH DRINK . Gie him strong drink , until he 22 SCOTISH POEMS .
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... meets ! For G - d sake , sirs ! then speak her fair , An ' straik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to the muckle house repair , Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your wit and lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler ...
... meets ! For G - d sake , sirs ! then speak her fair , An ' straik her cannie wi ' the hair , An ' to the muckle house repair , Wi ' instant speed , An ' strive , wi ' a ' your wit and lear , To get remead . Yon ill - tongu'd tinkler ...
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... laughin At them this day . ' Quoth I , ' With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith we'se bae fine remarkin ! Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , An SCOTISH POEMS . 37.
... laughin At them this day . ' Quoth I , ' With a ' my heart , I'll do't ; I'll get my Sunday's sark on , An ' meet you on the holy spot ; Faith we'se bae fine remarkin ! Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time , An SCOTISH POEMS . 37.
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Стр. 130 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 129 - 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. 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Стр. 89 - 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. 130 - 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 !
Стр. 130 - 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 the ev'ning gale.
Стр. 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Стр. 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Стр. 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...