Poems, 1. sējumstrustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 80.
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... thou lie ! And many a Youth and Maiden mild , Shall o'er thee sigh ! " RUSHTON . EDINBURGH : PRINTED FOR THE TRUSTEES OF THE LATE JAMES MORISON , BY JOHN MOIR , ROYAL BANK CLOSE . 17486.2.37 HARVA LLEGE OCT 27 1934 LIBRARY Shapleigh ...
... thou lie ! And many a Youth and Maiden mild , Shall o'er thee sigh ! " RUSHTON . EDINBURGH : PRINTED FOR THE TRUSTEES OF THE LATE JAMES MORISON , BY JOHN MOIR , ROYAL BANK CLOSE . 17486.2.37 HARVA LLEGE OCT 27 1934 LIBRARY Shapleigh ...
cxxxii. lappuse
Robert Burns. THE TWADOGS . Stewart Dronten of Pan POEMS , CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . THE TWA DOGS , A. Poor tenant bodies , scant o cafh . How they maun thole a factor's snah ; drap parritch , or his bread Thou kitchens fine .
Robert Burns. THE TWADOGS . Stewart Dronten of Pan POEMS , CHIEFLY SCOTTISH . THE TWA DOGS , A. Poor tenant bodies , scant o cafh . How they maun thole a factor's snah ; drap parritch , or his bread Thou kitchens fine .
13. lappuse
... , ' Bout vines , an wines , an ' drunken BACCHUS , An crabbit names an ' stories wrack us , An ' grate our lug , I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink 13.
... , ' Bout vines , an wines , an ' drunken BACCHUS , An crabbit names an ' stories wrack us , An ' grate our lug , I sing the juice Scots bear can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Muse ! guid auld Scotch Drink 13.
14. lappuse
... 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 chief . Food fills ...
... 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 chief . Food fills ...
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Bieži izmantoti vārdi un frāzes
aith amang ance appears auld Ayrshire baith bard Beneath blate blest braw BRIG brother brunstane Burns character dear death Deil Dr Currie e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair farm fate father favourite frae genius gien gies grace guid hame heart heav'n honest honour humble ither John Barleycorn JOHN MOIR labour lasses letter Mauchline maun mind monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair Nature's ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure plough poems poet poor pow'r pride racter rhyme ROBERT BURNS rustic Samson's dead scene Scotia's Scotland shewed sing skelpin sugh sweet taen taste tear tell tender thee thegither There's thou thought thro tion unco weary weel Whare Whyles William Burnes wretched Ye'll ye're
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187. lappuse - 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!
189. lappuse - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
6. lappuse - I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day, An' mony a time my heart's been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear and tremble ! I see how folk live that hae riches: But surely poor folk maun be wretches.
190. lappuse - 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...
188. lappuse - 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.
78. lappuse - When Masons' mystic word an' grip, In storms an' tempests raise you up, Some cock or cat your rage maun stop, Or, strange to tell! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, An...
272. lappuse - And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And showers began to fall : John Barleycorn got up again.
123. lappuse - 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.
186. lappuse - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...
196. lappuse - 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 tho' a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.