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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... pride . " Although we have seen , by the extract from Burns's letter , that he deprecated the reflections which might be made on his occupation of excise- man , it may be necessary to add , that from this humble step , he foresaw all ...
... pride . " Although we have seen , by the extract from Burns's letter , that he deprecated the reflections which might be made on his occupation of excise- man , it may be necessary to add , that from this humble step , he foresaw all ...
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... pride na pride had he ; But wad hae spent an hour caressin , Ev'n wi ' a tinkler - gypsey's messin . At kirk or market , mill or smiddie , Nae D 2 POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH 61 3682 The Twa Dogs, a Tale,
... pride na pride had he ; But wad hae spent an hour caressin , Ev'n wi ' a tinkler - gypsey's messin . At kirk or market , mill or smiddie , Nae D 2 POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH 61 3682 The Twa Dogs, a Tale,
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... pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . An whyles twalpennie worth o ' nappy Can mak the bodies unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the kirk and state affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ...
... pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . An whyles twalpennie worth o ' nappy Can mak the bodies unco happy ; They lay aside their private cares , To mind the kirk and state affairs : They'll talk o ' patronage and priests , Wi ...
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... pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass , that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ! Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof upon her bosom , Unken'd ...
... pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass , that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ! Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof upon her bosom , Unken'd ...
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... pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform ye ...
... pride ! This mony a year I've stood the flood an ' tide ; And tho ' wi ' crazy eild I'm sair forfairn , I'll be a Brig , when ye're a shapeless cairn ! As yet ye little ken about the matter , But twa - three winters will inform ye ...
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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...
Стр. 368 - 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. 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.