The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, 第 1 卷Little, Brown, 1864 |
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... O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasure I enjoyed ; And still the more I view them o'er , The more they captive me . Ale next verse is wanting in that MS . But lang or noon , loud ...
... O'er the swelling drumlie wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasure I enjoyed ; And still the more I view them o'er , The more they captive me . Ale next verse is wanting in that MS . But lang or noon , loud ...
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... o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever so braw , man . My coat and my vest , they are Scotch o ' the best , O ' pairs o ' guid breeks I hae twa , man , And stockings ...
... o'er the hills like a craw , man , I can haud up my head wi ' the best o ' the breed , Though fluttering ever so braw , man . My coat and my vest , they are Scotch o ' the best , O ' pairs o ' guid breeks I hae twa , man , And stockings ...
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... o'er the lawn ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And shoots its head above each bush ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . She's spotless as the ...
... o'er the lawn ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . She's stately like yon youthful ash , That grows the cowslip braes between , And shoots its head above each bush ; And she's twa glancing sparkling een . She's spotless as the ...
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... 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 further wo ; And still , as signs of life appeared , They ...
... 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 further wo ; And still , as signs of life appeared , They ...
第 66 頁
... o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy , I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomery's Peggy . Were I a baron proud and high , And horse and servants waiting ready , Then a ' ' t wad ...
... o'er the hill beat surly storms , And winter nights were dark and rainy , I'd seek some dell , and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomery's Peggy . Were I a baron proud and high , And horse and servants waiting ready , Then a ' ' t wad ...
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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?