The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, 第 1 卷Little, Brown, 1864 |
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... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes - POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . 59 ...
... amang the dead . POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . LAMENT in rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears trickling down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane of his woes - POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY . 59 ...
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... amang them a ' : " Ye are na Mary Morrison . ' Oh Mary , canst thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie , At ...
... amang them a ' : " Ye are na Mary Morrison . ' Oh Mary , canst thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie , At ...
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... Amang the rigs o ' barley . I locked her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright , That shone that hour so clearly , She aye ...
... Amang the rigs o ' barley . I locked her in my fond embrace ; Her heart was beating rarely : My blessings on that happy place , Amang the rigs o ' barley ! But by the moon and stars so bright , That shone that hour so clearly , She aye ...
第 66 頁
... Amang the rigs o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . ALTHOUGH my bed were in yon muir Amang ...
... Amang the rigs o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . ALTHOUGH my bed were in yon muir Amang ...
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... Amang the blooming heather . Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon shines bright , when I rove at night To muse upon my charmer . The partridge loves the fruitful fells ; The plover loves the ...
... Amang the blooming heather . Now waving grain , wide o'er the plain , Delights the weary farmer ; And the moon shines bright , when I rove at night To muse upon my charmer . The partridge loves the fruitful fells ; The plover loves the ...
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aboon aith amang ance auld baith bard beneath blate blest blithe bonnie lass braes BRIG brunstane Burns canna cauld Charlie Fox charms chiel dear deil dinna e'en e'er fair faith Farewell fate fear fortune's frae gaun gien gies grace guid hame haud hear heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laird lassie Lord Mauchline maun monie mourn muckle Muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er never night noble o'er out-owre owre pleasure pleugh poet poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead sang Scotia's Scotland shew sing skelpin sweet ta'en tear tell thee thegither There's thou TUNE unco wander warl weary weel whare whistle Whyles wild Willie Willie's awa winna wrang wretched Ye'll
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第 146 頁 - 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.
第 125 頁 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
第 229 頁 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard. And whelm him o'er. " Such fate to suffering worth is given, Who long with wants and woes has...
第 357 頁 - Of a' the airts the wind can blaw I dearly like the West, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, 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...
第 228 頁 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
第 126 頁 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
第 140 頁 - Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty, or scorn ? Or why has Man the will and power To make his fellow mourn ? Yet, let not this too much, my son, Disturb thy youthful breast; This partial view of human kind..
第 146 頁 - Scotia's holy lays: Compar'd with these, Italian trills are tame; The tickl'd ears no heart-felt raptures raise; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With...
第 64 頁 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
第 138 頁 - MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A DIRGE. j|HEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One evening, as I wandered forth Along the banks of Ayr, I spied a man, whose aged step Seemed weary, worn with care ; His face was furrowed o'er with years, And hoary was his hair. Young stranger, whither wanderest thou ? Began the reverend sage ; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage?