The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, 3±ÇCochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - 394ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... POEMS ................... * ON THE DEATH OF DUNDAS OF ARNISTON ON THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD ........ TO MISS LOGAN , WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS THE AMERICAN WAR ; A FRAGMENT ... THE DEAN OF FACULTY ; A NEW BALLAD ...
... POEMS ................... * ON THE DEATH OF DUNDAS OF ARNISTON ON THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD ........ TO MISS LOGAN , WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS THE AMERICAN WAR ; A FRAGMENT ... THE DEAN OF FACULTY ; A NEW BALLAD ...
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... POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY ............................ 234 SONNET ON HEARING A THRUSH ......... .. SONNET ON THE DEATH ... POEM ADDRESSED TO MR . MITCHELL ................... 273 TO MISS JESSY LEWARS , WITH SOME BOOKS ... POEM vi CONTENTS .
... POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY ............................ 234 SONNET ON HEARING A THRUSH ......... .. SONNET ON THE DEATH ... POEM ADDRESSED TO MR . MITCHELL ................... 273 TO MISS JESSY LEWARS , WITH SOME BOOKS ... POEM vi CONTENTS .
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... POEM ON LIFE : TO COLONEL DE PEYSTER .... EPITAPHS , EPIGRAMS , & c . , & c . ON THE AUTHOR'S FATHER Page 275 276 282 ON R. A. , Esq .. .......... 283 ON A FRIEND ..... FOR GAVIN HAMILTON . ON WEE JOHNNY ib . 284 285 ...
... POEM ON LIFE : TO COLONEL DE PEYSTER .... EPITAPHS , EPIGRAMS , & c . , & c . ON THE AUTHOR'S FATHER Page 275 276 282 ON R. A. , Esq .. .......... 283 ON A FRIEND ..... FOR GAVIN HAMILTON . ON WEE JOHNNY ib . 284 285 ...
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... poems , " says Burns to Chalmers , " I have carded and spun since I past Glenbuck . One blank in the Address to Edinburgh , ‹ Fair B— , ' is the heavenly Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Monboddo , at whose house I have had the honour to ...
... poems , " says Burns to Chalmers , " I have carded and spun since I past Glenbuck . One blank in the Address to Edinburgh , ‹ Fair B— , ' is the heavenly Miss Burnet , daughter to Lord Monboddo , at whose house I have had the honour to ...
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... high swearin'— An ' every star within my hearin ' ! An ' by her een wha was a dear ane ! I'll ne'er forget ; I hope to gie the jads a clearin ' In fair play yet . My loss I mourn , but not repent it , THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 11.
... high swearin'— An ' every star within my hearin ' ! An ' by her een wha was a dear ane ! I'll ne'er forget ; I hope to gie the jads a clearin ' In fair play yet . My loss I mourn , but not repent it , THE POEMS OF ROBERT BURNS . 11.
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170 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm.-— Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches, Tam maun ride ; That hour o...
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollo.
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o...
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' guid blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies For ae blink o
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick in shape o...
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie. Ah ! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... in the whole strain of his bearing and conversation, a most thorough conviction, that, in the society of the most eminent men of his nation, he was exactly where he was entitled to be ; hardly deigned to flatter them by exhibiting even an occasional symptom of being flattered...
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - And turn'd him o'er and o'er. 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. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones ; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones.