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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Strana 16
... look into thy bonnie face , " I canna wrang thee . " And say , The powers aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune sha ' na steer thee ; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely , That ill they'll ne'er let near thee . Return again , fair Lesley ...
... look into thy bonnie face , " I canna wrang thee . " And say , The powers aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune sha ' na steer thee ; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely , That ill they'll ne'er let near thee . Return again , fair Lesley ...
Strana 26
... night when we were fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
... night when we were fu ' , Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Maggie coost her head fu ' high , Look'd asklent and unco skeigh , Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ; Ha , ha , the wooing o't . Duncan Duncan fleech'd , and Duncan pray'd : Ha , ha 26.
Strana 55
... shall say or sing , " Sae merry as we a ' hae been ! " and raising my last looks to the whole human it race , race , the last words of the voice of Coila 55 wooer cam down the lang glen "Why, why tell thy lover," a frag- ment,
... shall say or sing , " Sae merry as we a ' hae been ! " and raising my last looks to the whole human it race , race , the last words of the voice of Coila 55 wooer cam down the lang glen "Why, why tell thy lover," a frag- ment,
Strana 91
... looks at her with such glee , as to shew that he fully recollects the pleasant days and nights when they were first acquent . The drawing would do honour to the pencil of Teniers . No. No. XXXIII . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON 91.
... looks at her with such glee , as to shew that he fully recollects the pleasant days and nights when they were first acquent . The drawing would do honour to the pencil of Teniers . No. No. XXXIII . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON 91.
Strana 97
... looks with rather an evil eye on your work , I did not choose to comply . However , if the song does not suit your taste , I may possibly send it him . The set of the air which I had in my eye is in Johnson's Museum . O WHISTLE , and I ...
... looks with rather an evil eye on your work , I did not choose to comply . However , if the song does not suit your taste , I may possibly send it him . The set of the air which I had in my eye is in Johnson's Museum . O WHISTLE , and I ...
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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...