amang auld baith banks bard beauty birks of Aberfeldy blest bonnie bonnie lass bosom braes braw brother charms dear death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fear feelings Fintry flowers frae Gavin Hamilton genius grace hame hand heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour Jacobitism John Kilmarnock kirk laddie lady laird lass lassie Lord Mauchline maun mind mony Mossgiel mourn muse nae mair ne'er never night noble o'er owre pleasure plough poem poet poet's poetic poor pride rhyme roar Robert Burns says Scotland Scottish Shanter sing skelpin song soul strain sweet Tarbolton taste tear tell thee There's thou thro unco verses weary weel whistle Whyles wild Willie ye'll ye're young
Page 45 - Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An
Page 54 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And 'Let us worship GOD !
Page 212 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Page 234 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than, a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 108 - Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o...
Page 54 - 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 50 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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 116 - 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 WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 108 - 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...