Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, المجلد 2Jones & Company, 1831 |
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... quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak ' , An ' takes me by the hands , Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of ...
... quoth I , " Sweet lass , I think ye seem to ken me ; I'm sure I've seen that bonnie face , But yet I canna name ye . " Quo ' she , an ' laughin ' as she spak ' , An ' takes me by the hands , Holy Fair is a common phrase in the West of ...
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... Quoth 1 , " Guid faith , Ye're maybe come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie : I red ye weel , tak care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no design'd to try its mettle ...
... Quoth 1 , " Guid faith , Ye're maybe come to stap my breath ; But tent me , billie : I red ye weel , tak care o ' skaith , See , there's a gully ! " " Guidman , " quo ' he , " put up your whittle , I'm no design'd to try its mettle ...
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... Quoth I , " Before I sleep aw I'll close it : An ' if ye winna mak it clink , By Jove I'll prose it ! " Sae I've begun to scrawl , but whether In rhyme or prose , or baith thegither , Or some hotch - potch that's rightly neither , Let ...
... Quoth I , " Before I sleep aw I'll close it : An ' if ye winna mak it clink , By Jove I'll prose it ! " Sae I've begun to scrawl , but whether In rhyme or prose , or baith thegither , Or some hotch - potch that's rightly neither , Let ...
الصفحة 55
... quoth my man of rhymes , " I know your bent these are no laughing times : Can you but Miss , 1 own I have my fears , Dissolve in pause and sentimental tears With laden sighs , and solemn - rounded sentence , Rouse from his sluggish ...
... quoth my man of rhymes , " I know your bent these are no laughing times : Can you but Miss , 1 own I have my fears , Dissolve in pause and sentimental tears With laden sighs , and solemn - rounded sentence , Rouse from his sluggish ...
الصفحة 56
... quoth he , For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to - France for me ! Ha , ha , & c . How it comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick - as he grew heal , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh ...
... quoth he , For a haughty hizzie die ? She may gae to - France for me ! Ha , ha , & c . How it comes let doctors tell , Ha , ha , & c . Meg grew sick - as he grew heal , Ha , ha , & c . Something in her bosom wrings , For relief a sigh ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
amang art thou auld bard beauty beneath Birks of Aberfeldy blast bloom blow bonnie bonnie lass bosom braw breast Burns charms claut dark dear death e'en e'er Elegy ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear flowers frae grace green grove hand hast hear heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Hudibras John Barleycorn lass lassie lonely lyre maid mair maun mind monie morn mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er owre peace plain pleasure poet poor pow'r pride Quoth rill ROBERT BURNS round scene Scotland shade sigh sing skelpin smile song soul sparklin spring stream sweet tear tell thee There's thine thou thought toil trees Tune Twas vale wander wave weary weel whistle whyles wild wind ye'll youth
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الصفحة 27 - 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 92 - 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 lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
الصفحة 27 - An' makes him quite forget his labour an' his toil. 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...
الصفحة 27 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
الصفحة 19 - 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.
الصفحة 44 - Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That...
الصفحة 27 - 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.
الصفحة 56 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
الصفحة 71 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
الصفحة 17 - twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment? no— as soon Seek roses in December— ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.