The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Sketch of the Author's Life, 第 1 卷Little, Brown, 1864 |
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... Young Peggy blooms .. g 189 Scotch Drink a 190 Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representa- tives a 195 The Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie ... a 202 The Twa Dogs ; a Tale . a 206 To a Louse ...
... Young Peggy blooms .. g 189 Scotch Drink a 190 Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representa- tives a 195 The Auld Farmer's New - Year Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare Maggie ... a 202 The Twa Dogs ; a Tale . a 206 To a Louse ...
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... young Friend ... a 239 - SONG Flow gently , sweet Afton 243 --- SONG The Highland Lassie .. a 244 - SONG From thee , Eliza . A Dream A Prayer for Mary SONG - Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? ............... . SONG - Though cruel ...
... young Friend ... a 239 - SONG Flow gently , sweet Afton 243 --- SONG The Highland Lassie .. a 244 - SONG From thee , Eliza . A Dream A Prayer for Mary SONG - Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? ............... . SONG - Though cruel ...
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... young Lady C 339 SONG - Where braving angry Winter's Storms ... d 340 SONG - My Peggy's Face d 341 Address to Mr. William Tytler ... e 342 SONG - On a young Lady residing on the Banks of the Devon , etc .... Elegy on the Death of ...
... young Lady C 339 SONG - Where braving angry Winter's Storms ... d 340 SONG - My Peggy's Face d 341 Address to Mr. William Tytler ... e 342 SONG - On a young Lady residing on the Banks of the Devon , etc .... Elegy on the Death of ...
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... young ideas such a turn , that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins ...
... young ideas such a turn , that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe , and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins ...
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... young farmer should have espoused his cause , and brought all the resources of his genius to bear upon it . The result was The Holy Fair , The Ordination , Holy Willie's Prayer , and other sat- ires , as much distinguished for their ...
... young farmer should have espoused his cause , and brought all the resources of his genius to bear upon it . The result was The Holy Fair , The Ordination , Holy Willie's Prayer , and other sat- ires , as much distinguished for their ...
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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?