The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, 第 1-3 卷Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins , which will boil along there till the flood - gates of life shut in eternal rest . " Mr. Murdoch's removal from ...
... wish myself tall enough to be a soldier ; while the story of Wallace poured a tide of Scottish prejudice into my veins , which will boil along there till the flood - gates of life shut in eternal rest . " Mr. Murdoch's removal from ...
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... wish of every poetic bosom — to be distinguished . He begs his readers , partic- ularly the learned and the polite , who may honour him with a perusal , that they will make every allowance for education and circumstances of life ; but ...
... wish of every poetic bosom — to be distinguished . He begs his readers , partic- ularly the learned and the polite , who may honour him with a perusal , that they will make every allowance for education and circumstances of life ; but ...
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... wishes to the great fountain of honour , the Monarch of the Universe , for your welfare and happiness . When you go forth to waken the echoes , in the ancient and favourite amusement of your fore- fathers , may pleasure ever be of your ...
... wishes to the great fountain of honour , the Monarch of the Universe , for your welfare and happiness . When you go forth to waken the echoes , in the ancient and favourite amusement of your fore- fathers , may pleasure ever be of your ...
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... wish them in hell for it a ' , man . on their long prayers I never was canny for hoarding o ' money , Or claughtin't together at a ' , man ; I've little to spend , and naething to lend , But deevil a shilling I awe , man . lucky ...
... wish them in hell for it a ' , man . on their long prayers I never was canny for hoarding o ' money , Or claughtin't together at a ' , man ; I've little to spend , and naething to lend , But deevil a shilling I awe , man . lucky ...
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... out into the world my course I did deter mine , O ; Though to be rich was not my wish , yet to be great was charming , 0 : My talents they were not the worst , nor yet 20 [ 1782 MY FATHER WAS A FARMER . SONG My Father was a Farmer.
... out into the world my course I did deter mine , O ; Though to be rich was not my wish , yet to be great was charming , 0 : My talents they were not the worst , nor yet 20 [ 1782 MY FATHER WAS A FARMER . SONG My Father was a Farmer.
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Amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw Burns Burns's canna Cessnock charms dear death deil e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Fête Champêtre fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet Syne tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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第 148 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, " Let us worship God,
第 149 頁 - Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,...
第 200 頁 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
第 150 頁 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
第 146 頁 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
第 150 頁 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's...
第 277 頁 - There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
第 257 頁 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
第 18 頁 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
第 16 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, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.