The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Volum 10Houghton, Mifflin, 1897 - 397 sider Engraved t.p., with vignette."Robert Burns: life, genius, achievement, by W. E. Henley": p. [xiii]-lxvi. |
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Side viii
... JEAN SCOTT . 186 LINES ON FERGUSSON 176 ELEGY ON THE LATE MISS ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE 186 ON BEING APPOINTED TO AN BURNET OF MONBODDO 176 EXCISE DIVISION · 187 PEGASUS AT WANLOCKHEAD 177 ON MISS DAVIES . 187 ON SOME COMMEMORATIONS OF ...
... JEAN SCOTT . 186 LINES ON FERGUSSON 176 ELEGY ON THE LATE MISS ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE 186 ON BEING APPOINTED TO AN BURNET OF MONBODDO 176 EXCISE DIVISION · 187 PEGASUS AT WANLOCKHEAD 177 ON MISS DAVIES . 187 ON SOME COMMEMORATIONS OF ...
Side x
... JEAN , THY BONIE FACE 235 234 CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING THE LASS o ' ECCLEFECHAN . THE COOPER O ' CUDDY 253 254 254 • 235 FOR THE SAKE O ' SOMEBODY 254 235 THE CARDIN O'T 255 THERE'S THREE TRUE GUID FEL- MY EPPIE MACNAB 236 LOWS . 255 xi ...
... JEAN , THY BONIE FACE 235 234 CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING THE LASS o ' ECCLEFECHAN . THE COOPER O ' CUDDY 253 254 254 • 235 FOR THE SAKE O ' SOMEBODY 254 235 THE CARDIN O'T 255 THERE'S THREE TRUE GUID FEL- MY EPPIE MACNAB 236 LOWS . 255 xi ...
Side xxi
... Jean , Sue , and Lizzey , a ' decoy't , There's sax wi ' egg . " Worse than all , he indites a " poem , " a certain B - ns in his Infancy , which begins thus : - " Now I must trace his pedigree , Because he made a song on me , And let ...
... Jean , Sue , and Lizzey , a ' decoy't , There's sax wi ' egg . " Worse than all , he indites a " poem , " a certain B - ns in his Infancy , which begins thus : - " Now I must trace his pedigree , Because he made a song on me , And let ...
Side xxv
... Jean Armour left hanging in the wind , he starts on his career as amorist at large . gars . Again , there was the Bachelors ' Club , on the model of that he had founded at Tarbolton , for whose edification , and in explanation of whose ...
... Jean Armour left hanging in the wind , he starts on his career as amorist at large . gars . Again , there was the Bachelors ' Club , on the model of that he had founded at Tarbolton , for whose edification , and in explanation of whose ...
Side xxxvi
... Jean , I hope , but the estate of marriage , gave her what he presently had every reason to call " an unlucky paper , " recognising her as his wife ; and , had things been allowed to drift in the usual way , the world had lacked an ...
... Jean , I hope , but the estate of marriage , gave her what he presently had every reason to call " an unlucky paper , " recognising her as his wife ; and , had things been allowed to drift in the usual way , the world had lacked an ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With Explanatory and Glossarial ... Robert Burns Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1853 |
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amang auld auld lang syne Ayrshire ballad banks Bard blaw blest blythe bonie lass bosom braes braw Burns Burns's cauld charms Chloris CHORUS Clarinda Craigieburn dear dearie Deil died Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Epistle fair flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen guid hame heart Heron Highland laddie honest ilka Jacobite Jamie Jean John Kilmarnock kiss lady laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mary Mauchline maun merry monie morning Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er Phillis poor Prefatory Note R. B. to Thomson Robert Robert Burns Scotland Scots Scots Wha Hae Scottish sent sing song stanza Stewart sweet syne Tarbolton thee There's thine thou thro thyme tune verses weary weel Whigs wife William Willie young
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Side 294 - worth Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may (As come it will for a' that) That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth Shall bear the gree an' a' that ! For a' that, an' a
Side 44 - О wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion ! EPISTLE TO J. LAPRAIK AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD, APRIL I, 1785
Side 237 - 11 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.
Side 32 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy ! VIII Still thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee: But
Side 286 - Wba for Scotland's King and Law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', 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 ! VI Lay the
Side 31 - 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. VI That -wee bit heap o' leaves an* stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble ! Now thou
Side 226 - scene; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest. The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of winged day IV Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes. And fondly broods with miser-care. Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Side 299 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or 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': —
Side 286 - SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie ! Now 's the day, and now 's the hour: See the front o' battle lour, See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slaverie 1
Side 309 - That sings upon the bough ! Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou '11 break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate, For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate ! II Aft hae I rov'd by bonie