The Works of Robert Burns;: Poems formerly published, with some additionsT. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand; and A. Constable and Company, Manners and Miller, Fairbairn and Anderson, A. Black, W. and C. Tait, at Edinburgh; and G. Clark, at Aberdeen., 1820 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 40.
x. lappuse
... Dear Smith , the sleest , paukie thief Dweller in yon dungeon dark Edina ! Scotia's darling seat ! . Expect na , Sir , in this narration Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face . Fill me with the rosy wine Friend of the Poet tried and leal ...
... Dear Smith , the sleest , paukie thief Dweller in yon dungeon dark Edina ! Scotia's darling seat ! . Expect na , Sir , in this narration Fair fa ' your honest , sonsie face . Fill me with the rosy wine Friend of the Poet tried and leal ...
8. lappuse
... dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste sae mony a braw estate ! Are we sae foughten an ' harass'd For gear to gang that gate at last ! O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themsels wi ' countra sports , 1 It wad for ev'ry ...
... dear sirs ! is that the gate They waste sae mony a braw estate ! Are we sae foughten an ' harass'd For gear to gang that gate at last ! O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themsels wi ' countra sports , 1 It wad for ev'ry ...
30. lappuse
... dear , The nearest friend ye hae ; • An ' this is Superstition here , 6 · An ' that's Hypocrisy . ' I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair , 6 To spend an hour in daffin : • Gin ye'll go there , yon runkl❜d pair , ' We will get famous laughin ...
... dear , The nearest friend ye hae ; • An ' this is Superstition here , 6 · An ' that's Hypocrisy . ' I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair , 6 To spend an hour in daffin : • Gin ye'll go there , yon runkl❜d pair , ' We will get famous laughin ...
32. lappuse
... dear lass that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ; Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof upon her bosom , Unkenn'd that day . XII . Now a ...
... dear lass that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ; Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof upon her bosom , Unkenn'd that day . XII . Now a ...
51. lappuse
... dear reward . Still , if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in the secret , to bestow with grace ; When Ballantyne befriends his humble name , And hands the rustic stranger up to fame , With heartfelt throes his grateful ...
... dear reward . Still , if some Patron's gen'rous care he trace , Skill'd in the secret , to bestow with grace ; When Ballantyne befriends his humble name , And hands the rustic stranger up to fame , With heartfelt throes his grateful ...
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aith amang ance auld baith bard beneath blate blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw BRIG brunstane cauld chiel countra dear deil e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry ev❜n faith fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gaun gien gies grace guid Halloween hame haud hear heart Heav'n honest humble ither Kilmarnock Laird lasses leuk life's Mailie maist Mauchline maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin Nae mair naething Nature's ne'er neebor never night o'er out-owre owre owre the sea pleugh poet poison'd poor pow'r pride rhyme roar round rustic Samson's dead sang sark Scotia's Scotland sing skelpin stane sugh sweet Syne tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco vex'd weary weel Whare Whyles wild winna wretches Ye'll ye're
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180. 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.
204. lappuse - ... spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
178. 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
307. lappuse - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
291. lappuse - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises ! But to our tale : Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
296. lappuse - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. — Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
294. lappuse - 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
297. lappuse - And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
5. lappuse - Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash, . . . ' How they maun thole a factor's snash : He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, Hell apprehend them, poind their gear ; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear an
148. lappuse - 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