The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Volumes 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . VOL . I. F Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey SCOTISH POEMS . 65 Address to the ...
... noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ; An ' faith ! thou's neither lag nor lame , Nor blate nor scaur . VOL . I. F Whyles , ranging like a roarin lion , For prey SCOTISH POEMS . 65 Address to the ...
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... blate , an ' some wi ' gabs , Gar lasses hearts gang startin Whiles fast at night . Then first and foremost , thro ' the kail , Their stocks 5 maun a ' be sought ance ; They steek their een , an ' graip an ' wale , For muckle anes an ...
... blate , an ' some wi ' gabs , Gar lasses hearts gang startin Whiles fast at night . Then first and foremost , thro ' the kail , Their stocks 5 maun a ' be sought ance ; They steek their een , an ' graip an ' wale , For muckle anes an ...
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... blate and laithfu ' , scarce can weel behave ; The mother , wi ' a woman's wiles , can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu ' an ' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave . O , happy love ! where love like ...
... blate and laithfu ' , scarce can weel behave ; The mother , wi ' a woman's wiles , can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu ' an ' sae grave ; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave . O , happy love ! where love like ...
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... blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a bard of rustic song , 1 Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this area throng , O , pass not ...
... blate to seek , owre proud to snool , Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool , And drap a tear . Is there a bard of rustic song , 1 Who , noteless , steals the crowds among , That weekly this area throng , O , pass not ...
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... Blate , bashful , sheepish . Blather , bladder . Blaud , a flat piece of any thing ; to slap . Blaw , to blow , to boast . Bleerit , bleared , sore with rheum . Bleert and blin , bleared and blind . Bleczing , blazing . Blellum , idle ...
... Blate , bashful , sheepish . Blather , bladder . Blaud , a flat piece of any thing ; to slap . Blaw , to blow , to boast . Bleerit , bleared , sore with rheum . Bleert and blin , bleared and blind . Bleczing , blazing . Blellum , idle ...
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Page 130 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 129 - 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 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 128 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Page 89 - 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 130 - 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 130 - 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 ev'ning gale.
Page 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
Page 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
Page 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...