The Works of Robert Burns: Containing His LifeJudd, Loomis, 1837 - 425 sidor |
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... braw Wooer cam ' down the Lang Glen , 208 Now Spring has clad the Grove in Green , -ser - cen Now westlin Winds and slaughtering Guns , 215 .............................. ... 222 | Young Peggy , ......... ... CONTENTS OF THE ...
... braw Wooer cam ' down the Lang Glen , 208 Now Spring has clad the Grove in Green , -ser - cen Now westlin Winds and slaughtering Guns , 215 .............................. ... 222 | Young Peggy , ......... ... CONTENTS OF THE ...
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... braw ; There's beauty and fortune to get wi ' Miss Morton , But Armour's the jewel for me o ' them a ' . " The time is not yet come ,, in which all the details of this story can be ex- pected . Jean Armour found herself pregnant ...
... braw ; There's beauty and fortune to get wi ' Miss Morton , But Armour's the jewel for me o ' them a ' . " The time is not yet come ,, in which all the details of this story can be ex- pected . Jean Armour found herself pregnant ...
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... braw brass collar Show'd him the gentleman and scholar : But tho ' he was o ' high degree , The fient a pride na pride had he ; But wad hae spent en hour caressin ' , Ev'n with a tinkler gipsey's messin ' . At kirk or market , mill or ...
... braw brass collar Show'd him the gentleman and scholar : But tho ' he was o ' high degree , The fient a pride na pride had he ; But wad hae spent en hour caressin ' , Ev'n with a tinkler gipsey's messin ' . At kirk or market , mill or ...
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... braw estate ! Are we sae foughten an ' harass'd For gear to gang that gate at last ! O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the ...
... braw estate ! Are we sae foughten an ' harass'd For gear to gang that gate at last ! O would they stay aback frae courts , An ' please themselves wi ' countra sports , It wad for every ane be better , The Laird , the Tenant , an ' the ...
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... braw braid - claith Are springin ' o'er the gutters . The lasses , skelpin ' barefoot , thrang , In silks an ' scarlets glitter ; Wi ' sweet - milk cheese in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter , Fu ' crump that day . VIII ...
... braw braid - claith Are springin ' o'er the gutters . The lasses , skelpin ' barefoot , thrang , In silks an ' scarlets glitter ; Wi ' sweet - milk cheese in monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter , Fu ' crump that day . VIII ...
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The works of Robert Burns: (Edited by Wm. Scott Douglas) Robert Burns Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1893 |
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Allan Cunningham Allan Ramsay amang auld Ayrshire ballad bard beautiful bonnie lassie bosom braes braw Burns Burns's cauld character charms Dalswinton DEAR SIR delight Dugald Stewart Dumfries Dunlop e'en e'er Edinburgh Elliesland fair fancy father favour favourite feelings frae Gavin Hamilton genius give gude hame happy heart Highland Highland laddie honest honour hope ilka Kilmarnock kind labour laddie lady lass letter lo'e Lord Madam Mauchline maun mind mony morning Mossgiel muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry poor Robert Burns Scotland Scots Scottish Shanter sing song soul stanzas sweet Tarbolton taste tell thee There's thing THOMSON thou thought thro tion Tune verses weel Whigs wife William Burnes Willie wish write young
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Sida 184 - I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy; Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Sida 52 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted ; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o...
Sida 36 - 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.
Sida 52 - Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane of the brig; There, at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross! But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake: For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Sida xiv - In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below...
Sida 42 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o
Sida 54 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. 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...
Sida 33 - 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.
Sida 208 - MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Sida xlviii - His person was strong and robust : his manners rustic, not clownish ; a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect perhaps from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are represented in Mr Nasmyth's picture, but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits.