The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Critical and Biographical NoticesPorter & Coates, 1876 - 604 頁 |
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... owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groaning , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc ' he cam doytin by . Wi ' glowing e'en an ' lifted han's , Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's ; He saw her days were near - hand ended , But , waes my ...
... owre she warsl'd in the ditch : There , groaning , dying , she did lie , When Hughoc ' he cam doytin by . Wi ' glowing e'en an ' lifted han's , Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's ; He saw her days were near - hand ended , But , waes my ...
第 29 頁
... owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , ' Wi ' tawted ket , an ' hairy hips ; For her forbears were brought in ships Frae yont the Tweed : A bonnier ...
... owre the knowe , For bits o ' bread ; An ' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead . She was nae get o ' moorland tips , ' Wi ' tawted ket , an ' hairy hips ; For her forbears were brought in ships Frae yont the Tweed : A bonnier ...
第 30 頁
... owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great folks ' gift , That live sae bien ...
... owre the ingle , I set me down to pass the time , And spin a verse or twa o ' rhyme , In hamely westlin jingle . While frosty winds blaw in the drift , Ben to the chimla lug , I grudge a wee the great folks ' gift , That live sae bien ...
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... owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , " Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and jimp , An ' rin an unco fit : But least then , the beast then Should rue this hasty ride , I'll light now , and dight now ...
... owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , " Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and jimp , An ' rin an unco fit : But least then , the beast then Should rue this hasty ride , I'll light now , and dight now ...
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... owre late , I think Braw sober lessons . Of a ' the thoughtless sons o ' man , Commen ' me to the Bardie clan ; Except it be some idle plan O ' rhymin ' clink , The devil - haet , that I sud ban , They ever think . Nae thought , nae ...
... owre late , I think Braw sober lessons . Of a ' the thoughtless sons o ' man , Commen ' me to the Bardie clan ; Except it be some idle plan O ' rhymin ' clink , The devil - haet , that I sud ban , They ever think . Nae thought , nae ...
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第 515 頁 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
第 163 頁 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
第 134 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 158 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 !
第 485 頁 - Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
第 159 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 157 頁 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
第 515 頁 - Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ' ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
第 160 頁 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry 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 45 頁 - THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; — As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; — Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.