The Burns' calendar: a manual of Burnsiana [compiled by J. McKie].James M'Kie 1874 |
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1865 Edinburgh acquaintance aged AGNES BROUN ALEXANDER ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Auld Ayrshire Bard birthday bonie born Burns Centenary BURNS PORTRAIT Burns"-died CADELL & DAVIES celebrated Centenary Poem Clarinda copies correspondent of Burns CROMEK Cry and Prayer Currie CURRIE'S daughter DAVID death died Dumfries early friend Edinburgh Edinburgh patron EDITIONS OF BURNS editor Ellisland Engravings friend and correspondent friend of Burns GEORGE Gilbert Burns Glasgow heart honour I2mo ISA CRAIG James Ballantine Kilmarnock Kilmarnock Edition Letter from Burns Lochmaben London Masonic Mauchline Mausoleum Maxwell Memoir of Burns Miller Montrose Monument Nasmyth Nicol Burns patron of Burns Poet Poet's handwriting Poet's widow Poetical portrait of Burns Presented printed published Reliques Riddel Robert Burns ROBERT CHAMBERS Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter SMITH song Stewart Tarbolton THOMAS Vignette volume W. P. NIMMO William Burns WILLIAM CREECH WILLIAM NICOL Willie Woodcuts Woodley Park written York
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第 21 頁 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
第 29 頁 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
第 22 頁 - No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, ' No storied urn nor animated bust ;' This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
第 19 頁 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
第 19 頁 - But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary!
第 1 頁 - 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.
第 23 頁 - ... that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
第 5 頁 - 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...