The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial Notes; and a Life of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1859 - 612 pages |
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... tear of pity stains Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare • · Rash mortal and slanderous Poet , thy name Rest gently , turf , upon his breast .... Reverend defender of beauteous Stuart . Right , sir ! your text I'll prove it true . .... Sad ...
... tear of pity stains Peg Nicholson was a gude bay mare • · Rash mortal and slanderous Poet , thy name Rest gently , turf , upon his breast .... Reverend defender of beauteous Stuart . Right , sir ! your text I'll prove it true . .... Sad ...
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... tear . Let not woman e'er complain . Loud blaw the frosty breezes Louis , what reck I by thee .... 537 449 • 524 472 394 884 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion ... 478 Musing on the roaring ocean ... 482 My bonnie lass , I work in brass ...
... tear . Let not woman e'er complain . Loud blaw the frosty breezes Louis , what reck I by thee .... 537 449 • 524 472 394 884 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion ... 478 Musing on the roaring ocean ... 482 My bonnie lass , I work in brass ...
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... tear ' s in my ee ... 500 Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray 536 Wee Willie Gray , and his leather wallet 511 Wha is that at my bower door 377 What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie 451 What will I do gin my Hoggie die 533 Wha ...
... tear ' s in my ee ... 500 Weary fa ' you , Duncan Gray 536 Wee Willie Gray , and his leather wallet 511 Wha is that at my bower door 377 What can a young lassie , what shall a young lassie 451 What will I do gin my Hoggie die 533 Wha ...
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... - felt pain , produced a loud lamentation , and brought forth a flood of tears . “ He had the art of gaining the esteem and good - will of those that were laborers under him . I think I never CURRIE'S LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . 31.
... - felt pain , produced a loud lamentation , and brought forth a flood of tears . “ He had the art of gaining the esteem and good - will of those that were laborers under him . I think I never CURRIE'S LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . 31.
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... the midst of the throne shall feed them , and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters ; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes . " labor as a flax - dresser , and his food 34 CURRIE'S LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
... the midst of the throne shall feed them , and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters ; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes . " labor as a flax - dresser , and his food 34 CURRIE'S LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS .
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aith amang auld baith Bard beneath better blaw blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw breast BRIG Burns charms chiel Cutty-sark dear Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland fame fate fear frae grace guid hame hand heart Heaven honest honor humble ither labor lasses Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle Muse nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er onie out-owre owre pleasure plough poems poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS rustic scene Scotia's Scotland Scottish Shanter sing skelpin song soul strains sugh sweet taen Tam O'Shanter tears tell thee thegither There's thou thought thro toil unco verse vex'd wander weary weel Whyles wild William Burnes Willie's awa wind winna wretch Ye'll
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Page 108 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 106 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Page 154 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 105 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 111 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 97 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Page 93 - 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.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 94 - And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Page 108 - 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 !* he says, with solemn air.