The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions, and a history of these poems, by Gilbert BurnsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1806 |
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... Fate , To witness what I after shall narrate ; Or whether , rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out he knew not where nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock + had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r + had sworn the fact was true : The tide ...
... Fate , To witness what I after shall narrate ; Or whether , rapt in meditation high , He wander'd out he knew not where nor why ) The drowsy Dungeon - clock + had number'd two , And Wallace Tow'r + had sworn the fact was true : The tide ...
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... fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! Its no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's lost a ...
... fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes ; Poor Mailie's dead ! Its no the loss o ' warl's gear , That could sae bitter draw the tear , Or mak our bardie , dowie , wear The mourning weed : He's lost a ...
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... fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! ' I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw your folly . ' There's ither poets , much your betters , ' Far seen in Greek , deep men o ...
... fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , ' Hoolie ! ' I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw your folly . ' There's ither poets , much your betters , ' Far seen in Greek , deep men o ...
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... fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ? Just now we're living sound and hale , Then top and maintop croud the sail , Heave care ...
... fate shall snap the brittle thread ; Then , all unknown , I'll lay me with th ' inglorious dead , Forgot and gone ! But why o ' death begin a tale ? Just now we're living sound and hale , Then top and maintop croud the sail , Heave care ...
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... fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day . Χ . For you , young potentate o ' W , I tell your Highness fairly , Down Pleasure's stream , wi ' swelling sails , I'm tauld ye're driving rarely ; But some day ye may ...
... fate some day is sent , For ever to release ye Frae care that day . Χ . For you , young potentate o ' W , I tell your Highness fairly , Down Pleasure's stream , wi ' swelling sails , I'm tauld ye're driving rarely ; But some day ye may ...
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Page 178 - 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 186 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Page 333 - And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Page 203 - 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...
Page 201 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 327 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Page 202 - 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
Page 180 - 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 329 - 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!
Page 327 - 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 himsel 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,...