The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition : Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - Počet stran: 524 |
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... kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit with the unceasing moil of a galley slave , brought me to my sixteenth year , a little before which period I first com- mitted the sin of rhyme . You know our country custom of coupling a ...
... kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit with the unceasing moil of a galley slave , brought me to my sixteenth year , a little before which period I first com- mitted the sin of rhyme . You know our country custom of coupling a ...
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... kind Providence placed me under the patronage of one of the noblest of men , the earl of Glencairn . Oubiie moi , Grand Dieu , si jamais je l'oublie ! " I need relate no farther . At Edinburgh I was in a new world ; I mingled among many ...
... kind Providence placed me under the patronage of one of the noblest of men , the earl of Glencairn . Oubiie moi , Grand Dieu , si jamais je l'oublie ! " I need relate no farther . At Edinburgh I was in a new world ; I mingled among many ...
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... kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a task uncouth to the poetical mind , these were his motives for courting the muses , and in these he found Poetry to be its own reward . ― Now that he appears ...
... kind of counterpoise to the struggles of a world , always an alien scene , a task uncouth to the poetical mind , these were his motives for courting the muses , and in these he found Poetry to be its own reward . ― Now that he appears ...
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... sung His minstrel lays ; ' Or tore , with noble ardor stung , The skeptic's bays . " To lower orders are assign'd The humbler ranks of human - kind . The rustic Bard , the lab'ring hind , The Artisan 7 BURNS'S POEMS . 73.
... sung His minstrel lays ; ' Or tore , with noble ardor stung , The skeptic's bays . " To lower orders are assign'd The humbler ranks of human - kind . The rustic Bard , the lab'ring hind , The Artisan 7 BURNS'S POEMS . 73.
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... kind , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refin'd ! IX . O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent , Long may the hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ...
... kind , Studied in arts of hell , in wickedness refin'd ! IX . O Scotia ! my dear , my native soil ! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent , Long may the hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health , and peace , and sweet content ...
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Strana 316 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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.
Strana 81 - 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!
Strana 126 - 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' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 80 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Strana 417 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Strana 164 - 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 ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Strana 127 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Strana 77 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...
Strana 100 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Strana 446 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...