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Side 55
... whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . [ Composed in the spring of 1785 , when Burns lived at Mossgiel . The person here satirized was a brother freemason at the St. James's Lodge in Tarbolton , one John Wilson , the parish school ...
... whyles , against my will , I took a bicker . [ Composed in the spring of 1785 , when Burns lived at Mossgiel . The person here satirized was a brother freemason at the St. James's Lodge in Tarbolton , one John Wilson , the parish school ...
Side 66
... whyles lay to me , - I like the lasses - Gude forgi'e me ! For mony a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; May be some ither thing they gi'e me , They weel can spare . But Mauchline race , or Mauchline fair , I should be ...
... whyles lay to me , - I like the lasses - Gude forgi'e me ! For mony a plack they wheedle frae me , At dance or fair ; May be some ither thing they gi'e me , They weel can spare . But Mauchline race , or Mauchline fair , I should be ...
Side 69
... whyles they're like to be my deed ( Oh , sad disease ! ) I kittle up my rustic reed ; It gi'es me ease . Auld Coila now may fidge fu ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays ...
... whyles they're like to be my deed ( Oh , sad disease ! ) I kittle up my rustic reed ; It gi'es me ease . Auld Coila now may fidge fu ' fain , She's gotten poets o ' her ain , Chiels wha their chanters winna hain , But tune their lays ...
Side 80
... whyles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen icker in a thrave ' s a sma ' request : I'll get a blessin ' wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ruin ! 80 BURNS ...
... whyles , but thou may thieve ; What then ? poor beastie , thou maun live ! A daimen icker in a thrave ' s a sma ' request : I'll get a blessin ' wi ' the lave , And never miss ' t ! Thy wee bit housie , too , in ruin ! 80 BURNS ...
Side 97
... Whyles , ranging like a roarin ' lion , For prey a ' holes an ' corners tryin ' ; Whyles on the strong - winged tempest flyin ' , Tirlin ' the kirks ; have a likeness ! And in that rough dialect , in that rude , often awkward metre , so ...
... Whyles , ranging like a roarin ' lion , For prey a ' holes an ' corners tryin ' ; Whyles on the strong - winged tempest flyin ' , Tirlin ' the kirks ; have a likeness ! And in that rough dialect , in that rude , often awkward metre , so ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 92 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
Side 106 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Side 92 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor 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; Wi...
Side 14 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake! The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Side 91 - 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...
Side 263 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Side 92 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd 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...
Side 344 - Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that ; For a
Side 181 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Side 92 - 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? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?