BurnsClarendon Press, 1889 - 292 頁 |
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第 vi 頁
... rhyme will often sug- gest the pronunciation . The student who has mastered the language of Chaucer should find it an easier task to master that of Burns , pronunciation and all . J. LOGIE ROBERTSON . LOCKHARTON TERRACE , Slateford ...
... rhyme will often sug- gest the pronunciation . The student who has mastered the language of Chaucer should find it an easier task to master that of Burns , pronunciation and all . J. LOGIE ROBERTSON . LOCKHARTON TERRACE , Slateford ...
第 xvii 頁
... rhymes . The first of my poetic offspring that saw the light ' - he means by circulation in MS.- ' was a burlesque lamentation on a quarrel ' -tulyie is the word in the British Museum holograph- ' between two reverend Calvinists , both ...
... rhymes . The first of my poetic offspring that saw the light ' - he means by circulation in MS.- ' was a burlesque lamentation on a quarrel ' -tulyie is the word in the British Museum holograph- ' between two reverend Calvinists , both ...
第 4 頁
... rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears tricklin down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane o ' his woe's 5 Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That SELECTIONS ...
... rhyme , lament in prose , Wi ' saut tears tricklin down your nose ; Our bardie's fate is at a close , Past a ' remead ; The last sad cape - stane o ' his woe's 5 Poor Mailie's dead ! It's no the loss o ' warl's gear , That SELECTIONS ...
第 9 頁
... rhyme , In hamely westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great - folk's gift , That live sae bien an ' snug : I tent less , and want less , Their roomy fire - side : But hanker ...
... rhyme , In hamely westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great - folk's gift , That live sae bien an ' snug : I tent less , and want less , Their roomy fire - side : But hanker ...
第 11 頁
... rhyme till ' t , we'll time till ' t , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; 55 It's no in makin ' muckle mair : 60 It's no in books ; it's no in ...
... rhyme till ' t , we'll time till ' t , And sing't when we hae done . It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank , To purchase peace and rest ; 55 It's no in makin ' muckle mair : 60 It's no in books ; it's no in ...
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第 44 頁 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
第 175 頁 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
第 229 頁 - One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals • Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
第 47 頁 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
第 163 頁 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
第 144 頁 - And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; 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 skreech and hollow.
第 48 頁 - 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 105 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. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ;...
第 161 頁 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo.
第 85 頁 - tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.