The Works of Robert Burns, 第 1 卷A. Fullarton and Company, 1840 - 584 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 49 筆
第 12 頁
... head o ' doited Lear ; Thou cheers the heart o ' drooping Care ; Thou strings the nerves o ' Labour sair , At's weary toil ; Thou even brightens dark Despair Wi ' gloomy smile . Aft clad in massy silver weed , Wi ' Gentles thou erects ...
... head o ' doited Lear ; Thou cheers the heart o ' drooping Care ; Thou strings the nerves o ' Labour sair , At's weary toil ; Thou even brightens dark Despair Wi ' gloomy smile . Aft clad in massy silver weed , Wi ' Gentles thou erects ...
第 15 頁
... told of the compliment he had paid to her by a kindly mention of her name , she shook her head And doucely manage our affairs In parliament , To you B 2 POEMS . 15 The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Repre- sentatives.
... told of the compliment he had paid to her by a kindly mention of her name , she shook her head And doucely manage our affairs In parliament , To you B 2 POEMS . 15 The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Repre- sentatives.
第 25 頁
... heads most gravely over the indiscretions of particular passages , or even by those who justly regretted a too prevailing tone of levity in the treatment of a subject essentially solemn . It is devoutly to be wished that he had taken up ...
... heads most gravely over the indiscretions of particular passages , or even by those who justly regretted a too prevailing tone of levity in the treatment of a subject essentially solemn . It is devoutly to be wished that he had taken up ...
第 38 頁
... head , " It's e'en a lang , lang time indeed Sin ' I began to nick the thread , And choke the breath ; Folk maun do something for their bread , And sae maun Death . Sax thousand years are nearhand fled Sin ' I was to the butching bred ...
... head , " It's e'en a lang , lang time indeed Sin ' I began to nick the thread , And choke the breath ; Folk maun do something for their bread , And sae maun Death . Sax thousand years are nearhand fled Sin ' I was to the butching bred ...
第 40 頁
... weel bred , Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . * The grave - digger . A country Laird had ta'en the batts , Or some 40 WORKS OF BURNS .
... weel bred , Gat tippence - worth to mend her head , When it was sair ; The wife slade cannie to her bed , But ne'er spak mair . * The grave - digger . A country Laird had ta'en the batts , Or some 40 WORKS OF BURNS .
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第 137 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 212 頁 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; 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' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
第 94 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.
第 325 頁 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
第 209 頁 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. — Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
第 206 頁 - Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi...
第 114 頁 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, 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 210 頁 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
第 138 頁 - He who stills the raven's clamorous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
第 325 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...