The Poetical Works, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 pages |
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... Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems j 64 68 b 68 71 b 73 SONG - Bonny Doon h 74 The Gudewife of Wauchope - House to Burns 75 Burns to the Gudewife of Wauchope - House William Smellie Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie * ƒ 77 79 81 Inscription ...
... Miss Logan , with Beattie's Poems j 64 68 b 68 71 b 73 SONG - Bonny Doon h 74 The Gudewife of Wauchope - House to Burns 75 Burns to the Gudewife of Wauchope - House William Smellie Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie * ƒ 77 79 81 Inscription ...
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Robert Burns. Tam o ' Shanter Stanzas on a Posthumous Child Elegy on Miss Burnet PAGE с 259 e 270 e 271 * c 273 e 276 Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring Hame · · SONG - There'll never be Peace till Jamie comes Lament ...
Robert Burns. Tam o ' Shanter Stanzas on a Posthumous Child Elegy on Miss Burnet PAGE с 259 e 270 e 271 * c 273 e 276 Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring Hame · · SONG - There'll never be Peace till Jamie comes Lament ...
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... Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with his shoulder leaning against a tree . According ...
... Miss Wilhelmina Alexander , the sister of the new laird , walking out along the braes after dinner , encountered a plain - looking man in rustic attire , who appeared to be musing , with his shoulder leaning against a tree . According ...
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... Miss Louisa Lawrie possessed a scrap of verse in the poet's handwriting- —a mere trifle , but apparently intended as part of a lyric description of the manse festivities . Some little license must be granted to the poet with respect to ...
... Miss Louisa Lawrie possessed a scrap of verse in the poet's handwriting- —a mere trifle , but apparently intended as part of a lyric description of the manse festivities . Some little license must be granted to the poet with respect to ...
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... Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Mon- boddo , at whose house I have had the honour to be more than once . There has not been anything nearly like her in all the combinations of beauty , grace , and goodness the great Creator has formed ...
... Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Mon- boddo , at whose house I have had the honour to be more than once . There has not been anything nearly like her in all the combinations of beauty , grace , and goodness the great Creator has formed ...
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Allan Cunningham amang Auchtertyre auld auld lang syne Ayrshire banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bonny lasses bosom braes brig bright Burns Burns's Captain Riddel Castle-Gordon charms CLARINDA Craigdarroch dance dear death deil Duchess of Albany Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Exciseman fair Farewell fate fear Fête Champêtre flowers frae Glen Glenriddel grace hame heart Heaven Highland hills honest honoured Igo and ago Jamie John Johnson's Museum lassie life's Lon'on Lord Mauchline maun meikle Miss monie morning mourn Muse nae mair naebody ne'er never night Nith o'er owre Peggy's pleasure poem poet poor pride rhyme roar Samson's dead Scotland Scots Scots Musical Museum sing song soul sweet tear thee There's thou TUNE verses wander weel Whigs whistle wild Willie wind woods ye'll
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Page 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, 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...
Page 240 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; A-chasing the deer, and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 234 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 280 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me !" LINES SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFOORU OF WHITEFOORD, BART.
Page 142 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 160 - CHORUS. . For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.
Page 265 - 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 16 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Page 262 - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how...
Page 269 - Tam wi' furious ettle ; But little wist she Maggie's mettle — Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail : The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Now, wha this tale o...