The poetical works of Robert BurnsJ. B. Lippincott, 1814 - 604 pages |
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... skelpin up the way : Twa had manteeles o ' doleful black , But ane wi ' lyard lining ; The third , that gaed a - wee a - back , Was in the fashion shining , Fu ' gay that day . The twa appear'd like sisters twin , In feature , form , an ...
... skelpin up the way : Twa had manteeles o ' doleful black , But ane wi ' lyard lining ; The third , that gaed a - wee a - back , Was in the fashion shining , Fu ' gay that day . The twa appear'd like sisters twin , In feature , form , an ...
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... skelpin barefit , thrang , In silks and scarlets glitter ; Wi ' sweet milk cheese , in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter Fu ' crump that day . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence , A greedy glowr ...
... skelpin barefit , thrang , In silks and scarlets glitter ; Wi ' sweet milk cheese , in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter Fu ' crump that day . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence , A greedy glowr ...
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... skelpin rank and file , Amaist before I ken ! The ready measure rins as fine As Phoebus and the famous Nine Were glowrin owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and ...
... skelpin rank and file , Amaist before I ken ! The ready measure rins as fine As Phoebus and the famous Nine Were glowrin owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and ...
Page 196
... skelpin ! jig and reel In my poor pouches . I modestly fu fain wad hint it , That one pound one , I sairly want it ; If wi ' the hizzie down ye sent it , It would be kind : And while my heart's wi ' life - blood dunted , I'd bear't in ...
... skelpin ! jig and reel In my poor pouches . I modestly fu fain wad hint it , That one pound one , I sairly want it ; If wi ' the hizzie down ye sent it , It would be kind : And while my heart's wi ' life - blood dunted , I'd bear't in ...
Page 242
... skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her greedy gab Just like an aumos dish . Ilk smack still , did crack still , Just like a cadger's whip , Then staggering and swaggering He roar'd this ditty up- AIR . Tune - Soldier's Joy . I am a son ...
... skelpin ' kiss , While she held up her greedy gab Just like an aumos dish . Ilk smack still , did crack still , Just like a cadger's whip , Then staggering and swaggering He roar'd this ditty up- AIR . Tune - Soldier's Joy . I am a son ...
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Page 92 - 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 94 - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God'; And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp?
Page 91 - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel behave ; The mother, wi...
Page 142 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Page 224 - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Page 90 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end. Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
Page xvii - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through 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 stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit...
Page 160 - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEA TH.
Page 142 - 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 91 - 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...