The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings, Band 3

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Seite 169 - Beneath the stroke of Heav'n'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. XV. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not
Seite 164 - makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. IV. Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun'; Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentie rin A cannie errand to a neebor town: Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e,
Seite 168 - 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 !' he says, with solemn air. XIII. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim: Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name ; Or
Seite 166 - Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, ' Implore his counsel and assisting might: ' They never sought in vain that sought the LORD aright!' VII. But hark ! a rap conies gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her
Seite 176 - o'erlabour'd wight, 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. IX. If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave— —By Nature's law design'd, Why was an independent wish
Seite 200 - other man, Wi' sharpen'd sly inspection. VI. The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love, Luxuriantly indulge it; But never tempt th' illicit rove, Tho' naething should divulge it: I wave the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! VII. To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous
Seite 166 - 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' joy. But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel behave; The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an
Seite 137 - turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, 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 a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi
Seite 319 - 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 reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And
Seite 227 - An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o' Greek ! Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire ; Then tho' I drudge thro' dub an' mire At pleugh or cart, My muse, tho' hamely in attire, May touch the heart. 0 for a spunk o

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