The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Volumes 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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... loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as she inspired . She whispered me to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my.
... loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as she inspired . She whispered me to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my.
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... Pleasure ever be of your party ; and may social Joy await your return ! when harassed in courts or camps with the jostlings of bad men and bad measures , may the honest consciousness of injured worth attend your return to your native ...
... Pleasure ever be of your party ; and may social Joy await your return ! when harassed in courts or camps with the jostlings of bad men and bad measures , may the honest consciousness of injured worth attend your return to your native ...
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... pleasure : His hair , his size , his mouth , his lugs , Show'd he was nane o ' Scotland's dogs , But whalpit some place far abroad , Where sailors gang to fish for Cod . His locked , letter'd , braw brass collar , Show'd him the ...
... pleasure : His hair , his size , his mouth , his lugs , Show'd he was nane o ' Scotland's dogs , But whalpit some place far abroad , Where sailors gang to fish for Cod . His locked , letter'd , braw brass collar , Show'd him the ...
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... pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ...
... pleasure ? Nae cauld nor hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ...
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... pleasure it can gie , E'n to a deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , An ' hear us squeel ! Great is thy pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ...
... pleasure it can gie , E'n to a deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , An ' hear us squeel ! Great is thy pow'r , an ' great thy fame ; Far kend and noted is thy name ; An ' tho ' yon lowin heugh's thy hame , Thou travels far ...
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aith amaist amang auld azure skies bairns baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest blythe bonnie braes braw bright cauld corn crunt Cutty-sark dear deil dimin e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn kennin lasses Lord Lord Gregory maun merry ploughboy monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poor poussie pow'r pride rhyme rigs roar round rustic Samson's dead sark saw thee Scotia's Scotish Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne taen tear tell thegither thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild wind winna wrang wretch Ye'll ye're
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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...