Poems, 1. sējumstrustees of the late James Morison, 1811 |
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6.–10. rezultāts no 28.
48. lappuse
... Ev'n them he canna get attended , Altho ' their face he ne'er had kend it , ' Just in a kail - blade , and send it , ' As soon's he smells ' t . Baith their disease , and what will mend it , At once he tells ' t . And then a ' doctor's ...
... Ev'n them he canna get attended , Altho ' their face he ne'er had kend it , ' Just in a kail - blade , and send it , ' As soon's he smells ' t . Baith their disease , and what will mend it , At once he tells ' t . And then a ' doctor's ...
56. lappuse
... ev'n the vera deils they brawly ken them ) . Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The vera wrinkles Gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' time had warstl❜d lang , Yet teughly doure , he bade an unco bang . The gos - hawk ...
... ev'n the vera deils they brawly ken them ) . Auld Brig appear'd of ancient Pictish race , The vera wrinkles Gothic in his face : He seem'd as he wi ' time had warstl❜d lang , Yet teughly doure , he bade an unco bang . The gos - hawk ...
74. lappuse
... Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies be ; I'm sure sma ' pleasure it can gie , Ev'n to a Deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , 74.
... Spairges about the brunstane cootie , To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me , auld Hangie , for a wee , An ' let poor damned bodies be ; I'm sure sma ' pleasure it can gie , Ev'n to a Deil , To skelp an ' scaud poor dogs like me , 74.
80. lappuse
... , fare you weel , auld Nickie - ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken— Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE , THE 80.
... , fare you weel , auld Nickie - ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an ' men ' ! Ye aiblins might - I dinna ken— Still hae a stake- I'm wae to think upo ' yon den , Ev'n for your sake ! THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE , THE 80.
98. lappuse
... before a Monarch's face , Ev'n there I winna flatter ; For neither Pension , Post , nor Place , Am I your humble debtor : So , nae reflection on Your Grace , Your Kingship to bespatter ; There's monie waur been o ' the race , And 98.
... before a Monarch's face , Ev'n there I winna flatter ; For neither Pension , Post , nor Place , Am I your humble debtor : So , nae reflection on Your Grace , Your Kingship to bespatter ; There's monie waur been o ' the race , And 98.
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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
Populāri fragmenti
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.