Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect: By Robert Burns. In Two Volumes. ...William Magee, 1793 |
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... Shall he , nurst in the Peafant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship fteel'd , And train'd to arms in ftern Misfortune's field , Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The fervile ...
... Shall he , nurst in the Peafant's lowly shed , To hardy independence bravely bred , By early poverty to hardship fteel'd , And train'd to arms in ftern Misfortune's field , Shall he be guilty of their hireling crimes , The fervile ...
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... Shall fill thy crib in plenty , An ' runts o ' grace they pick an ' wale , No gi'en by way o ' dainty , But ilka day . VII . Nae mair by Babel's ftreams we'll weep , To think upon our Zion ; And hing our fiddles up to fleep , Like baby ...
... Shall fill thy crib in plenty , An ' runts o ' grace they pick an ' wale , No gi'en by way o ' dainty , But ilka day . VII . Nae mair by Babel's ftreams we'll weep , To think upon our Zion ; And hing our fiddles up to fleep , Like baby ...
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... Shall here nae mair find quarter : M ******** , R ***** , are the boys That Herefy can torture ; They'll gie her on a rape a hoyfe , And cowe her measure shorter By th ' head fome day , XIV . Come , bring the tither mutchkin in , And ...
... Shall here nae mair find quarter : M ******** , R ***** , are the boys That Herefy can torture ; They'll gie her on a rape a hoyfe , And cowe her measure shorter By th ' head fome day , XIV . Come , bring the tither mutchkin in , And ...
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... shall go forth , and grow up , like CALVES of the ftall . ' RIGHT , IGHT , Sir ! your text I'll prove it true Tho ' Heretics may laugh ; For inftance , there's yourfel juft now , God knows , an unco Calf ! And fhould fome Patron be so ...
... shall go forth , and grow up , like CALVES of the ftall . ' RIGHT , IGHT , Sir ! your text I'll prove it true Tho ' Heretics may laugh ; For inftance , there's yourfel juft now , God knows , an unco Calf ! And fhould fome Patron be so ...
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... ... Robert Burns. Whilft I - but I fhall haud me there- Wi you I'll fcarce gang ony where— Then Jamie , I shall fay nae mair , But quat my fang , Content with You to mak a pair , Where'er I gang . A DRE A M , Thoughts , words , and [ 80 ]
... ... Robert Burns. Whilft I - but I fhall haud me there- Wi you I'll fcarce gang ony where— Then Jamie , I shall fay nae mair , But quat my fang , Content with You to mak a pair , Where'er I gang . A DRE A M , Thoughts , words , and [ 80 ]
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109 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 !
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...