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... bells , Let's sing about our noble sel's ; We'll cry nae jads frae heathen hills To help or roose us , But browster wives an ' whisky - stills , They are the Muses . Your friendship , sir , I winna quat it , ROBERT BURNS . 71.
... bells , Let's sing about our noble sel's ; We'll cry nae jads frae heathen hills To help or roose us , But browster wives an ' whisky - stills , They are the Muses . Your friendship , sir , I winna quat it , ROBERT BURNS . 71.
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Robert Burns. Your friendship , sir , I winna quat it , An ' , if ye mak objections at it , Then han ' in nieve some day we'll knot it , An ' witness take , An ' when wi ' usquabae we've wat it It winna break . But if the beast and ...
Robert Burns. Your friendship , sir , I winna quat it , An ' , if ye mak objections at it , Then han ' in nieve some day we'll knot it , An ' witness take , An ' when wi ' usquabae we've wat it It winna break . But if the beast and ...
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... ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays , Till echoes a ' resound again Her weel - sung praise . Nae poet thought her worth his while , To set ROBERT BURNS . 73.
... ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays , Till echoes a ' resound again Her weel - sung praise . Nae poet thought her worth his while , To set ROBERT BURNS . 73.
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... winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On ev'ry hand it will allowed be , He's just - nae better than he should be . I readily and freely grant , He downa see a poor man want ,. What's no his ain he winna tak it , What ance he says he winna ...
... winna lie , come what will o ' me ) , On ev'ry hand it will allowed be , He's just - nae better than he should be . I readily and freely grant , He downa see a poor man want ,. What's no his ain he winna tak it , What ance he says he winna ...
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... winna venture ' t in my rhymes . TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY . HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil ? Or great Mackinlay thrawn his heel ? Or Robinson again grown weel , To preach and read ? ' Na , waur than a ' ! ' cries ilka chiel , ' Tam ...
... winna venture ' t in my rhymes . TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY . HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil ? Or great Mackinlay thrawn his heel ? Or Robinson again grown weel , To preach and read ? ' Na , waur than a ' ! ' cries ilka chiel , ' Tam ...
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Page 58 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart aye's the part aye, That makes us right or wrang.
Page 9 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 11 - 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...
Page 10 - Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Page 13 - 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 169 - Began the reverend sage ; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 254 - 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, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Page 15 - 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 !" And in an instant all was dark : And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi...
Page 10 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter ; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories ; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus : The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy : As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure ; Kings may be blest, but Tam was...
Page 170 - Supported is his right ; But see him on the edge of life, With Cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, oh ! ill match'd pair '. Show man was made to mourn.