The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, 3±ÇT. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont fo'k , Are riven out baith root and branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himsel the faster In favour wi ' some gentle master , Wha ' aiblins ...
... monie a creditable stock O ' decent , honest , fawsont fo'k , Are riven out baith root and branch , Some rascal's pridefu ' greed to quench , Wha thinks to knit himsel the faster In favour wi ' some gentle master , Wha ' aiblins ...
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... monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ' monie a pain an ' brash ! Twins monie a poor , doylt , drunken hash ...
... monie daily weet their weason Wi ' liquors nice , An ' hardly , in a winter's season , E'er spier her price . Wae worth that brandy , burning trash ! Fell source o ' monie a pain an ' brash ! Twins monie a poor , doylt , drunken hash ...
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... monie ithers , Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully Might own for brithers . Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle , To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't or lang , She'll teach you ...
... monie ithers , Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully Might own for brithers . Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle , To get auld Scotland back her kettle ; Or faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see't or lang , She'll teach you ...
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... 'se bae fine remarkin ! ' Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time An ' soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , frae side to side , Wi ' monie a wearie body , In droves that day . VII . Here farmers gash , in ridin graith Gaed VII . 30.
... 'se bae fine remarkin ! ' Then I gaed hame at crowdie - time An ' soon I made me ready ; For roads were clad , frae side to side , Wi ' monie a wearie body , In droves that day . VII . Here farmers gash , in ridin graith Gaed VII . 30.
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... monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter , Fu ' crump that day . VIII . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence , A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws , An ' we maun draw our tippence . Then in we go to see ...
... monie a whang , An ' farls bak'd wi ' butter , Fu ' crump that day . VIII . When by the plate we set our nose , Weel heaped up wi ' ha'pence , A greedy glowr Black Bonnet throws , An ' we maun draw our tippence . Then in we go to see ...
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203 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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 flow'ret of the rural shade, By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
343 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poor inhabitant below, Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control, Is wisdom's root.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' speckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east.
178 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 !
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o...
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesy'd that, late or soon, Thou would be found, deep drown'd in Doon ; 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, Tam had got planted unco right ; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - resounds aloud ; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam ! ah, Tam ! thou'll get thy fairin ! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin ! Kate soon will be a woefu...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace...