The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 38Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... John Barleycorn , a Ballad , A Fragment , Song - It was upon a Lammas night , Song , composed in August , Song - Behind yon hill where Lugar flows , Green grow the Rashes , a Fragment , Song - Again rejoicing nature sees , Song - The ...
... John Barleycorn , a Ballad , A Fragment , Song - It was upon a Lammas night , Song , composed in August , Song - Behind yon hill where Lugar flows , Green grow the Rashes , a Fragment , Song - Again rejoicing nature sees , Song - The ...
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... John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple 50 BURNS ' POEMS ; Scotch Drink,
... John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple 50 BURNS ' POEMS ; Scotch Drink,
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... a hare ; So I can rhyme nor write nae mair ; But pennyworths again is fair , When time's expedient : Meanwhile I am , respected Sir , Your most obedient . T2 JOHN BARLEYCORN , * A BALLAD . I. THERE was CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 221.
... a hare ; So I can rhyme nor write nae mair ; But pennyworths again is fair , When time's expedient : Meanwhile I am , respected Sir , Your most obedient . T2 JOHN BARLEYCORN , * A BALLAD . I. THERE was CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . 221.
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... John Barleycorn should die . II . They took a plough , and plough'd him down , Put clods upon his head , And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead . III . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And show'rs began to ...
... John Barleycorn should die . II . They took a plough , and plough'd him down , Put clods upon his head , And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead . III . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And show'rs began to ...
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... John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . X .. They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as signs of life appear'd , They toss'd him to and fro . XI . They wasted , o'er a scorching flame , CHIEFLY ...
... John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . X .. They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as signs of life appear'd , They toss'd him to and fro . XI . They wasted , o'er a scorching flame , CHIEFLY ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 38 Ezekiel Sanford Полный просмотр - 1822 |
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amang auld auld lang syne baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses bosom braes braw breast BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld charms dear dearie deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flowers frae gies guid hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn lasses lassie Lord Gregory Mailie maun mony morn mourn muckle muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin SONG soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee There's thou thro toil Tune unco wander weary weel Whare whistling Whyles wild Willie winds wretch XXXVIII ye'll ye're youthful
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Стр. 165 - 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. 369 - 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 namely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Стр. 164 - 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. 175 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Стр. 251 - 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 or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
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Стр. 175 - Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Стр. 253 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the Devil!
Стр. 286 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love...
Стр. 255 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.