The Works of Robert Burns, Volumen1A. Fullarton and Company, 1840 - 584 páginas |
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... re fash't enough ; A cottar howkin in a sheugh , Wi ' dirty stanes biggin a dyke , Baring a quarry , and sic like , Himself , a wife , he thus sustains , A smytrie o ' wee duddie weans , And nought but ... ye're negleckit , WORKS OF BURNS .
... re fash't enough ; A cottar howkin in a sheugh , Wi ' dirty stanes biggin a dyke , Baring a quarry , and sic like , Himself , a wife , he thus sustains , A smytrie o ' wee duddie weans , And nought but ... ye're negleckit , WORKS OF BURNS .
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Robert Burns James Hogg, William Motherwell. CESAR . But then to see how ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! Lord , man , our gentry care as little For delvers , ditchers , and sic cattle They gang as saucy by ...
Robert Burns James Hogg, William Motherwell. CESAR . But then to see how ye're negleckit , How huff'd , and cuff'd , and disrespeckit ! Lord , man , our gentry care as little For delvers , ditchers , and sic cattle They gang as saucy by ...
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... re ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ! Nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I ...
... re ill to poor folk . But will ye tell me , Master Cæsar , Sure great folk's life's a life o ' pleasure ! Nae cauld or hunger e'er can steer them , The vera thought o't need na fear them . CÆSAR . Lord , man , were ye but whyles whare I ...
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... Ye'd lend your hand : But when there's ought to say anent it , Ye're at a stand . Sodger Hugh was evidently the late Earl of Eglinton , then Colonel Montgomery of Coilsfield , and member of parliament for the county of Ayr.-M. And durk ...
... Ye'd lend your hand : But when there's ought to say anent it , Ye're at a stand . Sodger Hugh was evidently the late Earl of Eglinton , then Colonel Montgomery of Coilsfield , and member of parliament for the county of Ayr.-M. And durk ...
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... ye wanted , And dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On sic a day ! XXVI . Now Clinkumbell , wi ... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . XXVII . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ...
... ye wanted , And dinna , for a kebbuck - heel , Let lasses be affronted On sic a day ! XXVI . Now Clinkumbell , wi ... re a ' in famous tune For crack that day . XXVII . How monie hearts this day converts O ' sinners and o ' lasses ...
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aith Alloway Kirk amang ance baith bard blest bonnie bonnie lasses braw Brig brunstane Burns Cotter's Saturday Night dear deil dinna drink e'en e'er epistle Ev'n ev'ry fair fear frae gaun Gavin Hamilton gien gies grace guid ha'e hame heart Heaven himsel holy honest honour ither Kilmarnock kirk Kirkoswald laird lasses Lord Mailie Mauchline maun meikle mony morn mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er never noble o'er owre pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poor pow'r pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS Samson's dead sang satire scene Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter sing skelpin stanza sweet ta'en Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco weary weel Whare Whistle whyles Willie's winna wretch ye'll ye're
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Página 137 - 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.
Página 212 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" 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' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
Página 94 - 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.
Página 325 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Página 209 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. — Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Página 206 - Tam ! hadst thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice ! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi...
Página 114 - An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Página 210 - 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...
Página 138 - He who stills the raven's clamorous nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Página 325 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore. Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...