Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... fing in his Country's fervice , where fall he fo properly look for patronage as to the illuftrious Names of his Native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their Ancestors ? A 2 ROBERT BURNS . CHIEFLY IN THE ...
... fing in his Country's fervice , where fall he fo properly look for patronage as to the illuftrious Names of his Native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their Ancestors ? A 2 ROBERT BURNS . CHIEFLY IN THE ...
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... fing in his Country's fervice , where all he fo properly look for patronage as to the illuftrious Names of his Native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their Ancestors ? A 2 、 Ancestors ? The Poetic Genius of ...
... fing in his Country's fervice , where all he fo properly look for patronage as to the illuftrious Names of his Native Land ; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their Ancestors ? A 2 、 Ancestors ? The Poetic Genius of ...
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... fing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my natal Soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as fhe infpired She whispered me , to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my ...
... fing the loves , the joys , the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my natal Soil , in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as fhe infpired She whispered me , to come to this ancient metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my ...
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... fing the juice Scotch beer can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Mufe ! guid auld Scotch Drink ! Whether thro ' wimplin worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream owre the brink , In glorious faem , Infpire me , till I lifp an ...
... fing the juice Scotch beer can mak us , In glass or jug . O thou , my Mufe ! guid auld Scotch Drink ! Whether thro ' wimplin worms thou jink , Or , richly brown , ream owre the brink , In glorious faem , Infpire me , till I lifp an ...
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... bitter toil an ' ftraining- But truce with peevish , poor complaining ! Is Fortune's fickle Luna waining ? E'en let her gang ! Beneath what light fhe has remaining , Let's fing our fang . My pen I here fling to the door , · E 3 [ 77 J.
... bitter toil an ' ftraining- But truce with peevish , poor complaining ! Is Fortune's fickle Luna waining ? E'en let her gang ! Beneath what light fhe has remaining , Let's fing our fang . My pen I here fling to the door , · E 3 [ 77 J.
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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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الصفحة 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 !
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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...