The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, 第 3 卷Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394 頁 |
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... blest this town ; Ye godly brethren o ' the sacred gown , Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters ; And ( what would now be strange ) ye godly writers ; A ' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo , Were ye but here , what would ye ...
... blest this town ; Ye godly brethren o ' the sacred gown , Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters ; And ( what would now be strange ) ye godly writers ; A ' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo , Were ye but here , what would ye ...
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... blest , Oh ! why that bliss destroy ? Why urge the only one request You know I will deny ? Your thought , if love must harbour there , Conceal it in that thought ; Nor cause me from that bosom tear The very friend I sought . " CLARINDA ...
... blest , Oh ! why that bliss destroy ? Why urge the only one request You know I will deny ? Your thought , if love must harbour there , Conceal it in that thought ; Nor cause me from that bosom tear The very friend I sought . " CLARINDA ...
第 42 頁
... blest my glorious day ; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray ? The Bard had recovered from his fall , and was con- templating his departure from Edinburgh , when he wrote these verses to " Clarinda . " He sent her ...
... blest my glorious day ; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray ? The Bard had recovered from his fall , and was con- templating his departure from Edinburgh , when he wrote these verses to " Clarinda . " He sent her ...
第 84 頁
... blest to - day , unmindful of to - morrow . A being form'd t'amuse his graver friends , Admir'd and prais'd - and there the homage ends : A mortal quite unfit for fortune's strife , Yet oft the sport of all the ills of life ; Prone to ...
... blest to - day , unmindful of to - morrow . A being form'd t'amuse his graver friends , Admir'd and prais'd - and there the homage ends : A mortal quite unfit for fortune's strife , Yet oft the sport of all the ills of life ; Prone to ...
第 85 頁
... blest did bliss on them depend , Ah , that " the friendly e'er should want a friend ! " Let prudence number o'er each sturdy son , Who life and wisdom at one race begun , Who feel by reason and who give by rule , ( Instinct's a brute ...
... blest did bliss on them depend , Ah , that " the friendly e'er should want a friend ! " Let prudence number o'er each sturdy son , Who life and wisdom at one race begun , Who feel by reason and who give by rule , ( Instinct's a brute ...
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第 170 頁 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
第 205 頁 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
第 175 頁 - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
第 169 頁 - 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. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
第 173 頁 - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
第 172 頁 - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
第 174 頁 - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
第 38 頁 - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
第 47 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 333 頁 - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.