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 27.
2. lappuse
... e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' him . The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , ranting , raving billie , Wha for his friend an ' comrade had him , And in his ...
... e'er sae duddie , But he wad stan't , as glad to see him , And stroan't on stanes an ' hillocks wi ' him . The tither was a ploughman's collie , A rhyming , ranting , raving billie , Wha for his friend an ' comrade had him , And in his ...
9. lappuse
... e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's ...
... e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CESAR . L - d , man , were ye but whyles whare I am , The gentles ye wad ne'er envy ' em . It's true , they need na starve or sweat , Thro ' winter's cauld , or simmer's ...
16. lappuse
... e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi ' treason ! But monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ...
... e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi ' treason ! But monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ...
20. lappuse
... E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On Aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland's ...
... E'er sin ' they laid that curst restriction On Aquavitæ ; An ' rouse them up to strong conviction , An ' move their pity . Stand forth , an ' tell yon Premier Youth , The honest , open , naked truth : Tell him o ' mine an ' Scotland's ...
29. lappuse
... e'er she saw me , Fu ' kind that day .. IV . 6 Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , Sweet lass , ' I think ye seem to ken me ; ' I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , ' But yet I canna name ye . ' r Quo ' Quo ' she , an ' laughin as she spak 29.
... e'er she saw me , Fu ' kind that day .. IV . 6 Wi ' bonnet aff , quoth I , Sweet lass , ' I think ye seem to ken me ; ' I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , ' But yet I canna name ye . ' r Quo ' Quo ' she , an ' laughin as she spak 29.
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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