The Poetical Works, 第 1 卷Little, Brown, 1863 - 1 頁 |
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... till the flood - gates of life shut in eternal rest . " Mr. Murdoch's removal from Mount Oliphant deprived Burns of his instructions ; but they were still continued by the father of the bard . About the age of fourteen he was sent to ...
... till the flood - gates of life shut in eternal rest . " Mr. Murdoch's removal from Mount Oliphant deprived Burns of his instructions ; but they were still continued by the father of the bard . About the age of fourteen he was sent to ...
第 xxvii 頁
... till the commencement of his illness , it is evident that few days could have passed without his producing some stanzas for the work . The following passage from his correspondence , which was also most exten- sive , proves that his ...
... till the commencement of his illness , it is evident that few days could have passed without his producing some stanzas for the work . The following passage from his correspondence , which was also most exten- sive , proves that his ...
第 xxxvi 頁
... till very lately that the applause , perhaps the partiality , of friendship , wak- ened his vanity so far as to make him think any- thing of his worth shewing ; and none of the fol- lowing works were ever composed with a view to the ...
... till very lately that the applause , perhaps the partiality , of friendship , wak- ened his vanity so far as to make him think any- thing of his worth shewing ; and none of the fol- lowing works were ever composed with a view to the ...
第 22 頁
... Till down my weary bones I lay , in everlasting slumber , O. No view nor care , but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow , O ; I live to - day as well's I may , regardless of to- morrow , O. But cheerful still , I am as well as a ...
... Till down my weary bones I lay , in everlasting slumber , O. No view nor care , but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow , O ; I live to - day as well's I may , regardless of to- morrow , O. But cheerful still , I am as well as a ...
第 25 頁
... Till they be fit to fend themsel ; And tent them duly , e'en and morn , Wi ' teats o ' hay , and ripps o ' corn . ' And may they never learn the gaets Of other vile , wanrestfu ' pets ; foxes provide for To slink through slaps , and ...
... Till they be fit to fend themsel ; And tent them duly , e'en and morn , Wi ' teats o ' hay , and ripps o ' corn . ' And may they never learn the gaets Of other vile , wanrestfu ' pets ; foxes provide for To slink through slaps , and ...
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第 253 頁 - 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 floweret 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 244 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 254 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 given, Who long with wants and woes has striven.
第 135 頁 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
第 138 頁 - My loved, my honored, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah!
第 28 頁 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
第 272 頁 - My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
第 140 頁 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
第 146 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 every grace...
第 170 頁 - See! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing.