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 32.
x. lappuse
... rest As I stood by yon roofless tower As Mailie an ' her lambs thegither A ' ye wha live by soups o ' drink Beauteous rose - bud , young and gay Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes But rarely seen since Nature's birth Dear Smith , the ...
... rest As I stood by yon roofless tower As Mailie an ' her lambs thegither A ' ye wha live by soups o ' drink Beauteous rose - bud , young and gay Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes But rarely seen since Nature's birth Dear Smith , the ...
6. lappuse
... rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . nappy An ' whyles twalpennie worth o ' Can mak ...
... rest's a sweet enjoyment . The dearest comfort o ' their lives , Their grushie weans an ' faithfu ' wives ; The prattling things are just their pride , That sweetens a ' their fire - side . nappy An ' whyles twalpennie worth o ' Can mak ...
18. lappuse
... gie me still Hale breeks , a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak ' a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER * TO THE SCOTCH 18.
... gie me still Hale breeks , a scone , an ' Whisky gill , An ' rowth o ' rhyme to rave at will , Tak ' a ' the rest , An ' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best . THE THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER * TO THE SCOTCH 18.
33. lappuse
... ! XIV . But , hark ! the tent has chang'd its voice ; There's peace an ' rest nae langer : For a ' the real judges rise , They canna sit for anger . VOL . III . D opens opens out his cauld harangues , On practice and on 33.
... ! XIV . But , hark ! the tent has chang'd its voice ; There's peace an ' rest nae langer : For a ' the real judges rise , They canna sit for anger . VOL . III . D opens opens out his cauld harangues , On practice and on 33.
100. lappuse
... rest . There , lanely , by the ingle - cheek , I sat and ey'd the spewing reek , That fill'd , wi ' hoast - provoking smeek , The auld clay biggin ; An ' heard the restless rattons squeak About the riggin . All in this mottie , misty ...
... rest . There , lanely , by the ingle - cheek , I sat and ey'd the spewing reek , That fill'd , wi ' hoast - provoking smeek , The auld clay biggin ; An ' heard the restless rattons squeak About the riggin . All in this mottie , misty ...
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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