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 55.
v. lappuse
... Poetic Genius of my Country found me , as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha - at the PLOUGH ; and threw her in- spiring mantle over me . She bade me sing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil ...
... Poetic Genius of my Country found me , as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha - at the PLOUGH ; and threw her in- spiring mantle over me . She bade me sing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil ...
vii. lappuse
... Poet The Lament · Despondency . An Ode Winter . A Dirge 154 162 167 171 The Cotter's Saturday Night 173 Man was made to mourn . A Dirge 184 The First Psalm . A Prayer in the Prospect of Death . Stanzas on the same Occasion Verses left ...
... Poet The Lament · Despondency . An Ode Winter . A Dirge 154 162 167 171 The Cotter's Saturday Night 173 Man was made to mourn . A Dirge 184 The First Psalm . A Prayer in the Prospect of Death . Stanzas on the same Occasion Verses left ...
viii. lappuse
... Taymouth at the Fall of Fyers On the Birth of a Posthumous Child Second Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet 308 · 312 314 · 316 321 324 326 328 330 A Vision $ 33 Address Address to Mr. William Tytler To a Gentleman who viii CONTENTS ,
... Taymouth at the Fall of Fyers On the Birth of a Posthumous Child Second Epistle to Davie , a Brother Poet 308 · 312 314 · 316 321 324 326 328 330 A Vision $ 33 Address Address to Mr. William Tytler To a Gentleman who viii CONTENTS ,
x. lappuse
... Poet tried and leal Guid - mornin to your Majesty ! Ha ! whare ye gaun , ye crowlin ferlie Hail , Poesie ! thou Nymph reserv'd Has auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil ? Hear , Land o ' Cakes , and brither Scots Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's ...
... Poet tried and leal Guid - mornin to your Majesty ! Ha ! whare ye gaun , ye crowlin ferlie Hail , Poesie ! thou Nymph reserv'd Has auld Kilmarnock seen the Deil ? Hear , Land o ' Cakes , and brither Scots Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's ...
xi. lappuse
... Poets raise a fracas My curse upon thy venom'd stang My honor'd colonel , deep I feel My Lord , I know , your noble ear . · · My lov'd , my honour'd , much respected friend ! No more of your guests , be they titled or not ...
... Poets raise a fracas My curse upon thy venom'd stang My honor'd colonel , deep I feel My Lord , I know , your noble ear . · · My lov'd , my honour'd , much respected friend ! No more of your guests , be they titled or not ...
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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