The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by C. Kent1878 |
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... Blaw . 267 Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 293 Come Boat me o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie 268 • . Man ? 293 · • • 269 The Bon..ie Wee Thing 294 ...
... Blaw . 267 Wha is that at my Bower Door ? 293 Come Boat me o'er to Charlie . . 268 What can a Young Lassie Do wi ' an Auld A Rosebud by my Early Walk Rattlin ' , Roarin ' Willie 268 • . Man ? 293 · • • 269 The Bon..ie Wee Thing 294 ...
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... blaw , " and " O , were I on Parnassus ' hill ! " When at length , in December , their new dwelling was ready for their reception , he brought her and their one sur- viving wean home in exultation to Ellisland , flinging down shortly ...
... blaw , " and " O , were I on Parnassus ' hill ! " When at length , in December , their new dwelling was ready for their reception , he brought her and their one sur- viving wean home in exultation to Ellisland , flinging down shortly ...
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... blaw ; Or , the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw : While , tumbling brown , the burn comes down , And roars frae bank to brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping ...
... blaw ; Or , the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw : While , tumbling brown , the burn comes down , And roars frae bank to brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the heartless day . " The sweeping ...
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... blaw , And bar the doors wi ' driving snaw , And hing us owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely westlin ' jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I ...
... blaw , And bar the doors wi ' driving snaw , And hing us owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely westlin ' jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I ...
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... blaw ; But just thy step a wee thing hastit , Thou snoov't awa ' . My pleugh is now thy bairn - time a ' ; Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye sax mae , I've sell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ...
... blaw ; But just thy step a wee thing hastit , Thou snoov't awa ' . My pleugh is now thy bairn - time a ' ; Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw ; Forbye sax mae , I've sell't awa , That thou hast nurst : They drew me thretteen pund an ...
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amang auld baith blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns Burns's canna cauld charms Clarinda de'il dear dearie Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland eyes fair Farewell fate flowers frae Gala Water gang Gavin Hamilton gi'e glen grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Johnnie Kilmarnock kiss laddie lady laird lassie lo'e Lord Mary Mauchline maun mony morning Mossgiel mourn Muse nae mair nane ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor rhyme Robert Robert Burns sang Scotland Scots sing song stanzas sweet Syne Tarbolton tears tell thee There's thou Tune Tune-"The unco verses weary weel Whare Whigs whyles wife Willie young
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Page 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage 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. Perhaps...
Page 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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...
Page 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Page 91 - MY loved, my honored, 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...
Page 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Page 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. 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...
Page 344 - 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 hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Page 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 92 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?