The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in Dr. Currie's Edition : Exhibited Under a New Plan of Arrangement, and Preceded by a Life of the Author, with Notes, and a Complete GlossaryPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 524 sider |
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... Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; An ' tho ' the gentry first are stechin , Yet e'en the ha ' folk fill their pechin Wi ' sauce , ragouts , and sic like trashtrie , That's little short ...
... Frae morn to e'en it's nought but toiling , At baking , roasting , frying , boiling ; An ' tho ' the gentry first are stechin , Yet e'en the ha ' folk fill their pechin Wi ' sauce , ragouts , and sic like trashtrie , That's little short ...
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... frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the Cotter ! For thae frank , rantin , ramblin billies , Fient haet o ' them's ill - hearted fellows ! Except for ...
... frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the Cotter ! For thae frank , rantin , ramblin billies , Fient haet o ' them's ill - hearted fellows ! Except for ...
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... frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils , Unnumber'd buds an ' flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up , with frugal care , in massive waxen piles Are doom'd by man , that ...
... frae skaith Of coming Winter's biting , frosty breath ; The bees , rejoicing o'er their summer toils , Unnumber'd buds an ' flowers ' delicious spoils , Seal'd up , with frugal care , in massive waxen piles Are doom'd by man , that ...
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... frae ane Adams , got ; In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead , Wi ' virls an ' whirlygigums at the head . The Goth was stalking round with anxious search . Spying the time - worn flaws in ev'ry arch ; It chanc'd his new - come ...
... frae ane Adams , got ; In's hand five taper staves as smooth's a bead , Wi ' virls an ' whirlygigums at the head . The Goth was stalking round with anxious search . Spying the time - worn flaws in ev'ry arch ; It chanc'd his new - come ...
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... frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o ' craws to their repose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labor goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and ...
... frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o ' craws to their repose ; The toil - worn Cotter frae his labor goes , This night his weekly moil is at an end , Collects his spades , his mattocks , and his hoes , Hoping the morn in ease and ...
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Side 316 - 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.
Side 81 - 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!
Side 126 - 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 fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Side 80 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Side 417 - CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
Side 164 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Side 127 - Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love...
Side 77 - My lov'd, my honour'd, 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 sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...
Side 100 - 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.
Side 446 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu...