The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Svazek 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... tune . Now don't let it enter into your head , that you are under any ne- cessity of taking my verses . I have long ago made up my mind as to my own reputation in the business of authorship ; and have nothing to be pleased or offended ...
... tune . Now don't let it enter into your head , that you are under any ne- cessity of taking my verses . I have long ago made up my mind as to my own reputation in the business of authorship ; and have nothing to be pleased or offended ...
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... tune , that cramp the poet , and lay him under almost insuperable difficulties . For instance , in the air , My wife's a wanton wee thing , if a few lines smooth and pretty can be adapted to it , it is all you can expect . The following ...
... tune , that cramp the poet , and lay him under almost insuperable difficulties . For instance , in the air , My wife's a wanton wee thing , if a few lines smooth and pretty can be adapted to it , it is all you can expect . The following ...
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... Tune , " KATHARINE OGIE . " E banks , and braes , and streams around , The castle o ' Montgomery , Green be your woods , and fair your flowers , Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest ...
... Tune , " KATHARINE OGIE . " E banks , and braes , and streams around , The castle o ' Montgomery , Green be your woods , and fair your flowers , Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfald her robes , And there the langest ...
Strana 29
... Tune- " I HAD A HORSE . " O POORTITH Cauld , and restless love , Ye wreck my peace between ye ; Yet poortith a ' I could forgive , An ' ' tweré na for my Jeanie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or ...
... Tune- " I HAD A HORSE . " O POORTITH Cauld , and restless love , Ye wreck my peace between ye ; Yet poortith a ' I could forgive , An ' ' tweré na for my Jeanie . O why should fate sic pleasure have , Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or ...
Strana 32
... tune besides the verses to which it is set . In short , I would wish to give you my opinion on all the poetry you publish . You know it is my trade , and a man in the way of his trade may suggest useful hints , that escape men of much ...
... tune besides the verses to which it is set . In short , I would wish to give you my opinion on all the poetry you publish . You know it is my trade , and a man in the way of his trade may suggest useful hints , that escape men of much ...
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Strana 217 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 125 - Wha will be a traitor knave ? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa...
Strana 216 - 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
Strana 330 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream ! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o...
Strana 41 - It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How...
Strana 341 - As fair art thou, my bonie 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' the sun : And I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o
Strana 300 - John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Strana 216 - A man's a man for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that : The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that : For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 18 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Strana 214 - The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn, They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw; They mind me o...