The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings, المجلد 31806 |
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... yet , shall whet a sword That thro ' thy soul shall gae : The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th ' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e . My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy ...
... yet , shall whet a sword That thro ' thy soul shall gae : The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th ' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e . My son ! my son ! may kinder stars Upon thy ...
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aith amaist amang auld baith bard beneath blest bonnie braw Brig brunstane cauld Clootie corn Crunt dear death Deil dimin e'er EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fear flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour humble ither John Barleycorn Kilmarnock lasses maun monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure plough poem poet poor poussie pow'r pray'r pride rhyme roar Robert ROBERT BURNS round rustic Samson's dead Scotia's Scotland Scottish Shanter sing skelpin Snowkit SONG soul stanzas sugh sweet Tarbolton tear tell thee thegither There's thou thro unco Wastrie weary weel Whare Whistle whyles wind winna wretched Ye'll ye're ΤΟ
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الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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,
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 321 - 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
الصفحة 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