The Complete Poetical Works of Robert BurnsD. Appleton, 1869 - 612 pages |
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... Lord Daer . 194 A Prayer , left in a room of a Reverend Friend's house , where the Author slept .... 196 A Prayer , under the pressure of violent anguish 197 A Prayer , in the prospect of Death . 197 Stanzas on the same occasion 198 The ...
... Lord Daer . 194 A Prayer , left in a room of a Reverend Friend's house , where the Author slept .... 196 A Prayer , under the pressure of violent anguish 197 A Prayer , in the prospect of Death . 197 Stanzas on the same occasion 198 The ...
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... Lord G- On the same ...... To the same ..... To the same , on the Author being threatened with his resentment PAGE 330 331 331 $ 31 332 832 333 333 333 334 334 334 335 335 385 336 336 336 336 337 Extempore , in the Court of Session , on ...
... Lord G- On the same ...... To the same ..... To the same , on the Author being threatened with his resentment PAGE 330 331 331 $ 31 332 832 333 333 333 334 334 334 335 335 385 336 336 336 336 337 Extempore , in the Court of Session , on ...
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... lord !. Among the heathy hills and ragged woods . An honest man here lies at rest As cauld a wind as ever blew ... lords or kings I dinna mourn .. Friend of the Poet , tried and leal .. From those drear solitudes and frowzy cells PAGE ...
... lord !. Among the heathy hills and ragged woods . An honest man here lies at rest As cauld a wind as ever blew ... lords or kings I dinna mourn .. Friend of the Poet , tried and leal .. From those drear solitudes and frowzy cells PAGE ...
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... lord , an ' health be yours 591 Maxwell , if merit here you crave .. 333 My curse upon the venom'd stang . My honor'd colonel , deep I feel 151 250 My lord , I know your noble ear ... My CONTENTS . 13.
... lord , an ' health be yours 591 Maxwell , if merit here you crave .. 333 My curse upon the venom'd stang . My honor'd colonel , deep I feel 151 250 My lord , I know your noble ear ... My CONTENTS . 13.
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Robert Burns, James Currie. My lord , I know your noble ear ... My loved , my honor'd , much respected friend .. No more of your guests , be they titled or not No more , ye warblers of the wood , no more .. No sculptured marble here ...
Robert Burns, James Currie. My lord , I know your noble ear ... My loved , my honor'd , much respected friend .. No more of your guests , be they titled or not No more , ye warblers of the wood , no more .. No sculptured marble here ...
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Common terms and phrases
aboon amang auld auld lang syne baith banks Bard birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blythe bonnie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns cauld charms claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er fair Farewell fate Fête Champêtre flowers frae glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka laddie lassie lo'es Lord Mary Mauchline maun monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er onie owre pleasure Poet Poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS sang Scotland Scottish sing skelpin sodger song soul sparklin sweet syne taen tear tell thee There's thou hast thro thyme TUNE-The verses wander weary weel whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna Ye'll young
Popular passages
Page 298 - 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 347 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Page 110 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle.
Page 106 - 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 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 487 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 205 - So abject, mean, and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn. If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Page 378 - THAT AND 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 569 - IT was a' for our rightfu' king We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' king "We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; "We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Page 93 - 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 nor Tide, The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...