The poetical works of Robert Burns. [With] (Memoir of Burns, by sir H. Nicolas).1870 |
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appears auld Bard bonie brother Burns called copy Cunningham dead dear death edition Ev'n ev'ry face fair fame fate father fear feelings frae give grace guid hand head hear heart honest honour hope hour John joys kind labour late letter light lines live look Lord mair meet mind monie morn mourn Muse Nature ne'er never night noble o'er owre perhaps person pleasure Poems Poet poor pow'r pride printed rhyme Robert round says Scotland side sing song soon soul sweet tear tell thee There's thing thou thought thro Till unco verses weel wind wish worth written young
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Seite 152 - The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er, wi...
Seite 129 - 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...
Seite 129 - An' cranreuch cauld ! 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
Seite 93 - 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.
Seite 155 - ... simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ; Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Seite 166 - 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 flow'rs 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.
Seite 136 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
Seite 238 - Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest men and bonie lasses).
Seite lxvii - 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.
Seite 244 - Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark! Now, Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens, Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen!