The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Critical and Biographical NoticesPorter & Coates, 1876 - 604 頁 |
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... says Gilbert Burns , " in the winter of 1784 , as we were going with carts for coals to the family fire , and I ... say , In lanely glens ye like to stray ; Or where auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly ...
... says Gilbert Burns , " in the winter of 1784 , as we were going with carts for coals to the family fire , and I ... say , In lanely glens ye like to stray ; Or where auld - ruin'd castles , gray , Nod to the moon , Ye fright the nightly ...
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... says that they were composed when fainting - fits and other alarming symptoms of a pleurisy , or some other dangerous disorder first put nature on the alarm . ] WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene ? Have I so found it full of ...
... says that they were composed when fainting - fits and other alarming symptoms of a pleurisy , or some other dangerous disorder first put nature on the alarm . ] WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene ? Have I so found it full of ...
第 46 頁
... say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense ... says my friend Thomas Carlyle , " is worth several homilies on mercy , for it is the voice of Mercy herself . Burns ...
... say , " Forgive my foul offence ! " Fain promise never more to disobey ; But , should my Author health again dispense ... says my friend Thomas Carlyle , " is worth several homilies on mercy , for it is the voice of Mercy herself . Burns ...
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... says Burns , " with the author of the Theory of Moral Sentiments , that Remorse is the most painful sentiment that ... say , ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of misfortune This sting is added- ' Blame thy foolish ...
... says Burns , " with the author of the Theory of Moral Sentiments , that Remorse is the most painful sentiment that ... say , ' It was no deed of mine ; ' But when to all the evil of misfortune This sting is added- ' Blame thy foolish ...
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... says I , " Friend , where ye gaun , Will ye go back ? " It spak right howe , - " My name is Death , But be na fley'd . " - Quoth I , " Guid faith , may be come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie ; Ye're 1 red ye weel , tak care o ...
... says I , " Friend , where ye gaun , Will ye go back ? " It spak right howe , - " My name is Death , But be na fley'd . " - Quoth I , " Guid faith , may be come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie ; Ye're 1 red ye weel , tak care o ...
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aboon amang auld baith banks bard birks of Aberfeldy blaw blest bonnie lass bosom braes braw canna charms dear dearie death deil Dumfries e'en e'er Ellisland ev'ry fair Farewell Fintray flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest honour ilka Jacobite Jamie John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock laddie lady lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun meikle mony morning muse Museum nae mair ne'er never night Nith o'er owre pleasure Poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar says Burns Scotland sing skelpin song soul strain sweet tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme Tune Tune-"The twa sparkling roguish unco verses weary weel Whigs whistle whyles wild Willie wind winna ye go ye'll ye're young
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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.