The Poetry of Robert Burns, Volume 4T. C. and E. C. Jack, 1897 |
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Allan Ramsay Altho Amang Anna Auld aye sae Ballochmyle Bard bird blast blaw bonie lass braes Brechin Castle Burns Burns's Caledonia cauld Cessnock charms Chloris Clarinda Common Place Book CROMEK CURRIE dear Death Dumfries Edinburgh Edition Elegy Ellisland English Epistle father Fergusson fickle Fortune flower frae Gavin Hamilton genius Gray Tract heart Here's a health Highland Jean John Kilmarnock Volume Kirk lads Lament lass of Albanie Lassie LINE Lochlie lover lyrical mair Mauchline Montgomerie's Peggy Mossgiel Mount Oliphant Muses ne'er never night numbers o'er peasant poet Polyhymnia pride Ramsay Rantin Robert Robert Burns Robin rogueish rovin sang scarce Scotland Scots Scots Wha Hae Scott Douglas Scottish Shanter sings song sorrow STANZA sweet syne Tarbolton TEXT NOTES thee thou thro tion tree tune twa sparkling Vernacular verses William Burness Willie Stewart wrote
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Page 284 - And mony a hill between; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 275 - TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Page 297 - I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Page 339 - I should have the account on Monday; but this is Tuesday, and yet I have not heard a word from him. God have mercy on me! a poor damned, incautious, duped, unfortunate fool! The sport, the miserable victim, of rebellious pride; hypochondriac imagination, agonizing sensibility, and bedlam passions!
Page 28 - Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love; And sae did I o
Page 250 - My * * * and to finish the whole, as we were giving a welcome carousal to the new year, the shop took fire and burned to ashes, and I was left, like a true poet, not worth a sixpence.
Page 259 - 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 263 - As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies7 to the wark, And linket" at it in her sark ! Now Tarn, O Tarn ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Page 297 - I never saw a man in company with his superiors in station and information, more perfectly free from either the reality or the affectation of embarrassment. I was told, but did not observe it, that his address to females was extremely deferential, and always with a turn either to the pathetic or humorous, which engaged their attention particularly. I have heard the late Duchess of Gordon remark this.
Page 43 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi