Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... tears will revel Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samfon's dead !. When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they ...
... tears will revel Like ony bead ; Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel , Tam Samfon's dead !. When winter muffles up his cloak , And binds the mire like a rock ; When to the loughs the Curlers flock , Wi ' gleefame spied , Wha will they ...
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... tear , Together hymning their Creator's praise , In fuch fociety , yet ftill more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this , how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art ...
... tear , Together hymning their Creator's praise , In fuch fociety , yet ftill more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere . XVII . Compar'd with this , how poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method and of art ...
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... Tears and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in Mis'ry's fqualid neft , She ftrains your infant to her joyless breast , • And with a Mother's fears fhrinks at the rocking • blast ! Oh , ye ! who funk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
... Tears and unavailing pray'rs ! Perhaps , this hour , in Mis'ry's fqualid neft , She ftrains your infant to her joyless breast , • And with a Mother's fears fhrinks at the rocking • blast ! Oh , ye ! who funk in beds of down , Feel not a ...
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... tear , The fympathetick glow ! Long fince , this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate ftill has bleft me with a friend , In ev'ry care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
... tear , The fympathetick glow ! Long fince , this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days , Had it not been for you ! Fate ftill has bleft me with a friend , In ev'ry care and ill ; And oft a more endearing band , A tie more ...
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... Recollection's direful train , Muft wring my foul , ere Phoebus , low , hall kifs the diftant , weftern main VIII . And when my nightly couch I try , Sore - harafs'd out with care and grief , My toil - beat nerves , and tear - worn [ 152 ]
... Recollection's direful train , Muft wring my foul , ere Phoebus , low , hall kifs the diftant , weftern main VIII . And when my nightly couch I try , Sore - harafs'd out with care and grief , My toil - beat nerves , and tear - worn [ 152 ]
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aith Amang auld baith Bard blate bleft bonie braw breaft Brig Clootie corn Crunt dear Deil dimin e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry faft fair fame fark fcream fear fhall fhould fide fight filly fimple fing fmall focial fome foul fpring frae ftand ftill ftrains fure fweet fwelling grace hame heart Heaven Hellim himfel honeft horfe houſe ilka ither John Barleycorn juft laffes laft Lallan lefs leuk maun mony mourn muckle Mufe Mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor night o'er owre pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r pride Profe reft rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round ruftic Samfon's dead Scotch Scotland ſhe tear tell thae thee thefe thegither thofe thou thro unco weary weel Weft Whare whofe Whyles WILLIAM MAGEE Ye'll ye're
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Seite 109 - 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 !
Seite 26 - Leeze me on Drink ! it gi'es us mair Than either School or College : It kindles Wit, it waukens Lair, It pangs us fou o
Seite 110 - An honest man's the noblest work of God :* And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the .palace far behind ; What is a lordling's pomp?
Seite 39 - Groat's ; If there's a hole in a* your coats, I rede you tent it : A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
Seite 200 - They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro.
Seite 108 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart A wretch! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?
Seite 122 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Seite 31 - Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They...
Seite 107 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a
Seite 51 - But, 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...