The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, المجلدات 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 |
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الصفحة 128
... Amaist before I ken ! The ready measure rins as fine , As Phoebus and the famous Nine Were glowrin owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and jimp , And rin an unco ...
... Amaist before I ken ! The ready measure rins as fine , As Phoebus and the famous Nine Were glowrin owre my pen . My spaviet Pegasus will limp , Till ance he's fairly het ; And then he'll hilch , and stilt , and jimp , And rin an unco ...
الصفحة 130
... amaist my only pleasure , At hame , a - fiel , at wark or leisure , The Muse , poor hizzie ! Tho ' rough an ' raploch be her measure , She's seldom lazy . Haud to the Muse , my dainty Davie : The warl ' may play you monie a shavie ; But ...
... amaist my only pleasure , At hame , a - fiel , at wark or leisure , The Muse , poor hizzie ! Tho ' rough an ' raploch be her measure , She's seldom lazy . Haud to the Muse , my dainty Davie : The warl ' may play you monie a shavie ; But ...
الصفحة 134
... amaist as weel's the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . Their master's an ' their mistress's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er , tho ' out o ' sight ...
... amaist as weel's the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . Their master's an ' their mistress's command , The younkers a ' are warned to obey ; An ' mind their labours wi ' an eydent hand , An ' ne'er , tho ' out o ' sight ...
الصفحة 16
... something like yoursel . Then patronise them wi ' your favour , And your petitioner shall ever- I had amaist said , ever pray , But that's a word I need na say : For prayin I hae little skill o't ; I'm baith 16 SCOTISH POEMS .
... something like yoursel . Then patronise them wi ' your favour , And your petitioner shall ever- I had amaist said , ever pray , But that's a word I need na say : For prayin I hae little skill o't ; I'm baith 16 SCOTISH POEMS .
الصفحة 21
... Amaist as soon as I could spell , I to the crambo - jingle fell , Tho ' rude an ' rough , Yet crooning to a body's sel , Does weel eneugh . I am nae poet , in a sense , But just a rhymer , like , by chance , An ' hae to learning nae ...
... Amaist as soon as I could spell , I to the crambo - jingle fell , Tho ' rude an ' rough , Yet crooning to a body's sel , Does weel eneugh . I am nae poet , in a sense , But just a rhymer , like , by chance , An ' hae to learning nae ...
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aith amaist amang auld azure skies bairns baith bard Beneath blate blaw blest blythe bonnie braes braw bright cauld corn crunt Cutty-sark dear deil dimin e'er Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flow'rs fortune's frae gien gies glorious grace guid hame haud heart Heav'n honest honour ither John Barleycorn kennin lasses Lord Lord Gregory maun merry ploughboy monie mourn muckle muse mutchkin nae mair Nature's ne'er neebor never night noble o'er out-owre owre the sea pleasure pleugh poor poussie pow'r pride rhyme rigs roar round rustic Samson's dead sark saw thee Scotia's Scotish Scotland sing skelpin sugh sweet Syne taen tear tell thegither thou thro Tune unco warl weary weel Whare Whistle Whyles wild wind winna wrang wretch Ye'll ye're
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الصفحة 130 - 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 129 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
الصفحة 140 - Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
الصفحة 128 - 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 89 - 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 130 - 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 130 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
الصفحة 81 - Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ; How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.
الصفحة 58 - To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!
الصفحة 54 - Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, Tarn had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...