The poems of Robert Burns. (Bell and Daldy's pocket vols.).1863 |
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... sang , * Was made lang syne , Lord knows how lang ! He was a gash an ' faithfu ' tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dike . His honest , sonsie , baws'nt face , Ay gat him friends in ilka place ; His breast was white , his touzie back Weel ...
... sang , * Was made lang syne , Lord knows how lang ! He was a gash an ' faithfu ' tyke , As ever lap a sheugh or dike . His honest , sonsie , baws'nt face , Ay gat him friends in ilka place ; His breast was white , his touzie back Weel ...
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... sang . This while she's been in crankous mood , Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid ; ( Deil na they never mair do guid , Play'd her that pliskie ! ) An ' now she's like to rin red - wud About her Whisky . An ' Lord , if ance they pit her ...
... sang . This while she's been in crankous mood , Her lost Militia fir'd her bluid ; ( Deil na they never mair do guid , Play'd her that pliskie ! ) An ' now she's like to rin red - wud About her Whisky . An ' Lord , if ance they pit her ...
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... o ' laurel - boughs , To garland my poetic brows ! Henceforth I'll rove where busy ploughs Are whistling thrang , An ' teach the lanely heights an ' howes My rustic sang . I'll wander on , wi ' tentless heed How never 60 THE POEMS.
... o ' laurel - boughs , To garland my poetic brows ! Henceforth I'll rove where busy ploughs Are whistling thrang , An ' teach the lanely heights an ' howes My rustic sang . I'll wander on , wi ' tentless heed How never 60 THE POEMS.
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... sang . My pen I here fling to the door , And kneel , " Ye Pow'rs ! " and warm implore , Though I should wander Terra o'er , In all her climes , 66 Grant me but this , I ask no more , Ay rowth o ' rhymes . " Gie dreeping roasts to ...
... sang . My pen I here fling to the door , And kneel , " Ye Pow'rs ! " and warm implore , Though I should wander Terra o'er , In all her climes , 66 Grant me but this , I ask no more , Ay rowth o ' rhymes . " Gie dreeping roasts to ...
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... I shall haud me there- Wi ' you I'll scarce gang ony where- Then , Jamie , I shall say nae mair , But quat my sang , Content with You to mak a pair , Whare'er I gang . A DREAM . Thoughts , words , and deeds , 64 THE POEMS.
... I shall haud me there- Wi ' you I'll scarce gang ony where- Then , Jamie , I shall say nae mair , But quat my sang , Content with You to mak a pair , Whare'er I gang . A DREAM . Thoughts , words , and deeds , 64 THE POEMS.
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aith amang ance auld baith Bard Beneath blast blate blest bonie braw Brig brunstane Burns canna cauld chiel Claut curse dear death Deil dinna drink DUMFRIES e'en e'er EPITAPH Ev'n ev'ry fair faith fame fate fear frae gien grace grief gude guid hame haud hear heart Heaven himsel honest honour ither Kilmarnock Laird lasses leuk Lord Mauchline maun meikle monie mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead sang Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin soul sugh sweet Syne ta'en tears tell thee thegither There's thou tune unco warl weary weel Whare whistle Whyles wild Willie winna wrang wretch ye hae ye'll ye're Ye've
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Page 210 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious ! The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had they been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Page 136 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs...
Page 133 - 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 ; Wi' heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 209 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted ; Five scimitars wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Page 135 - 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 !
Page 136 - 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.
Page 206 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter, And aye the ale was growing better : The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious : The Souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.
Page 207 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The Landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious: The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy, As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
Page 208 - 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' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Page 132 - My loved, my honoured, much respected friend ! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride I scorn each selfish end: My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise : To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene ; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!