The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition: Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author: with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1859 - 524 pages |
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Page 74
... of fame , Held ruling pow'r : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . " With future hope I oft would gaze , Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , 74 BURNS'S POEMS .
... of fame , Held ruling pow'r : I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame , Thy natal hour . " With future hope I oft would gaze , Fond , on thy little early ways , Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase , In uncouth rhymes , 74 BURNS'S POEMS .
Page 83
... Pow'r , incens'd , the pageant will desert , The pompous strain , the sacerdotal stole ; But haply in some cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd , the language of the soul . And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol ! XVIII ...
... Pow'r , incens'd , the pageant will desert , The pompous strain , the sacerdotal stole ; But haply in some cottage far apart , May hear , well pleas'd , the language of the soul . And in his Book of Life the inmates poor enrol ! XVIII ...
Page 89
... dare a lifted eye to Thee , Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow , Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong 8 * BURNS'S POEMS . 89 Stanzas, on the same Occasion, •
... dare a lifted eye to Thee , Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow , Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong 8 * BURNS'S POEMS . 89 Stanzas, on the same Occasion, •
Page 90
... pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong , furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; O , aid me with thy help , Omnipotence divine ! VERSES , LEFT BY THE AUTHOR AT A ...
... pow'r assist ev'n me , Those headlong , furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be , To rule their torrent in th ' allowed line ; O , aid me with thy help , Omnipotence divine ! VERSES , LEFT BY THE AUTHOR AT A ...
Page 93
... Pow'r which rais'd , and still upholds This universal frame , From countless , unbeginning time , Was ever still the same . Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us so vast , Appear no more before thy sight Than yesterday that's ...
... Pow'r which rais'd , and still upholds This universal frame , From countless , unbeginning time , Was ever still the same . Those mighty periods of years Which seem to us so vast , Appear no more before thy sight Than yesterday that's ...
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Page 229 - 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 thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Page 226 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Page 316 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 81 - 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 82 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 189 - But to conclude my silly rhyme, (I'm scant o' verse, and scant o' time,) To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
Page 80 - O, happy love ! where love like this is found ; O, heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 452 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Page 224 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
Page 231 - 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...