The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1900 - Всего страниц: 442 |
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... Syne She's Fair and Fause The Deil's awa wi ' th ' Exciseman . The Lovely Lass of Inverness A Red , Red Rose . As I stood by Yon Roofless Tower O , an ye were dead , Guidman · Louis , what reck I by thee Had I the Wyte ?. Comin thro ...
... Syne She's Fair and Fause The Deil's awa wi ' th ' Exciseman . The Lovely Lass of Inverness A Red , Red Rose . As I stood by Yon Roofless Tower O , an ye were dead , Guidman · Louis , what reck I by thee Had I the Wyte ?. Comin thro ...
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... syne - Lord knows how lang . He was a gash an ' faithfu ' tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baws'nt face Ay gat him friends in ilka place ; His breast was white , his tousie back Weel clad wi ' coat o ' glossy ...
... syne - Lord knows how lang . He was a gash an ' faithfu ' tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dyke . His honest , sonsie , baws'nt face Ay gat him friends in ilka place ; His breast was white , his tousie back Weel clad wi ' coat o ' glossy ...
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... Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife ; The lasses they are shyer : The auld guidmen , about the grace , Frae side to side they bother ; Till some ane by his bonnet lays , An ' gies them ' t , like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . XXV ...
... Syne draws her kebbuck an ' her knife ; The lasses they are shyer : The auld guidmen , about the grace , Frae side to side they bother ; Till some ane by his bonnet lays , An ' gies them ' t , like a tether , Fu ' lang that day . XXV ...
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... syne in Eden's bonie yard , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird , In shady bow'r : XVI . Then you , ye auld , snick - drawing dog ...
... syne in Eden's bonie yard , When youthfu ' lovers first were pair'd , An ' all the soul of love they shar'd , The raptur'd hour , Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird , In shady bow'r : XVI . Then you , ye auld , snick - drawing dog ...
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... Syne coziely , aboon the door , Wi ' cannie care , they've plac'd them To lie that night . VI . 6 The lasses staw frae ' mang them a ' , To pou their stalks o ' corn ; But Rab slips out , an ' jinks about , Behint the muckle thorn : He ...
... Syne coziely , aboon the door , Wi ' cannie care , they've plac'd them To lie that night . VI . 6 The lasses staw frae ' mang them a ' , To pou their stalks o ' corn ; But Rab slips out , an ' jinks about , Behint the muckle thorn : He ...
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aboon amang ANDREW LANG auld auld lang syne baith ballad banks Bard birks of Aberfeldie blast blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns Burns's cauld charms Chorus Clarinda claut dear dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flower frae glen guid hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka Jamie John Kilmarnock kiss laddie laird lassie lo'es Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre poet poor pride roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scots SCOTT DOUGLAS sing skelpin song sugh sweet syne Tarbolton tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme tune unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind young
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Стр. 317 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Стр. 35 - 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?
Стр. 347 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. " Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there : Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Стр. 46 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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 flow'ret 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. 34 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant...
Стр. 36 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride ; His bonnet reverently 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. They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps " Dundee's" wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive '
Стр. 242 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 44 - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.