The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life, and Criticism on His WritingsJ. Crissey and J. Grigg, 1831 - 438 頁 |
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... John Barleycorn , a Ballad , 56 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , 19 Written in Friars - Carse Hermitage , on Nith - Side , 62 Poor Mailie's Elegy , 20 To J. S **** , 21 Ode , sacred to the memory of Mrs.- of- 63 A Dream , 23 ...
... John Barleycorn , a Ballad , 56 The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie , 19 Written in Friars - Carse Hermitage , on Nith - Side , 62 Poor Mailie's Elegy , 20 To J. S **** , 21 Ode , sacred to the memory of Mrs.- of- 63 A Dream , 23 ...
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... John M'Leod , Esq . Brother to a young Lady , a particular Friend of the Author's , The Humble petition of Bruar Water to the Noble Duke of Athole , Written with a Pencil over the Chimney- piece , in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore ...
... John M'Leod , Esq . Brother to a young Lady , a particular Friend of the Author's , The Humble petition of Bruar Water to the Noble Duke of Athole , Written with a Pencil over the Chimney- piece , in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore ...
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... John Goudie , Kilmarnock , on the publication of his Essays , Letter to J - s T — t Gl- -nc- On the Death of Sir ... John Anderson my jo , John , . 92 when , • It was the charming month of May , • J. K. Ken ye ought o ' Captain Grose ...
... John Goudie , Kilmarnock , on the publication of his Essays , Letter to J - s T — t Gl- -nc- On the Death of Sir ... John Anderson my jo , John , . 92 when , • It was the charming month of May , • J. K. Ken ye ought o ' Captain Grose ...
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... John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines ...
... John Barleycorn , Thou king o ' grain ! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood , In souple scones , the wale o ' food ! Or tumblin in the boiling flood Wi ' kail an ' beef ; But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood , There thou shines ...
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... John , t He was an unco shaver For monie a day . XII . For you , right rev'rend O- Nane sets the lawn - sleeve sweeter , Although a ribban at your lug Wad been a dress completer : As ye disown yon paughty dog That bears the keys of ...
... John , t He was an unco shaver For monie a day . XII . For you , right rev'rend O- Nane sets the lawn - sleeve sweeter , Although a ribban at your lug Wad been a dress completer : As ye disown yon paughty dog That bears the keys of ...
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第 143 頁 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me : Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
第 96 頁 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
第 102 頁 - A man's a man for a' that : For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that ; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that ; Tho' hundreds worship at his word. He's but a coof. for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
第 87 頁 - SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
第 44 頁 - And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
第 70 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 42 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...
第 42 頁 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave ; Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! 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...
第 30 頁 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, '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 47 頁 - WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.