The poetical works of Robert BurnsJ. B. Lippincott, 1814 - 604ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... scenes , and rural pleasures of my natal soil in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as she inspired . She whispered me to come to this an- cient Metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my songs un- der your honoured ...
... scenes , and rural pleasures of my natal soil in my native tongue : I tuned my wild , artless notes , as she inspired . She whispered me to come to this an- cient Metropolis of Caledonia , and lay my songs un- der your honoured ...
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... scenes make me forget neglect . - My vanity was highly gratified by the reception I met with from the public ; and besides , I pocketed , ail expences deducted , uearly 201. This sum came very season- ably , for ' Hungry ruin had me in ...
... scenes make me forget neglect . - My vanity was highly gratified by the reception I met with from the public ; and besides , I pocketed , ail expences deducted , uearly 201. This sum came very season- ably , for ' Hungry ruin had me in ...
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... scenes of mirth and festivity , and embitter all his enjoyments . No sooner had he arranged the plan of his future parsuits , than his whole thoughts were bent towards the object who had ever been nearest and dearest to his heart . They ...
... scenes of mirth and festivity , and embitter all his enjoyments . No sooner had he arranged the plan of his future parsuits , than his whole thoughts were bent towards the object who had ever been nearest and dearest to his heart . They ...
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... scenes of mirth and festivity . He had now found a comfortable residence for his family , which he hoped would prove an asylum for his old age . As a poet , his fame had reached the most distant coruers of the earth . He had enlarged ...
... scenes of mirth and festivity . He had now found a comfortable residence for his family , which he hoped would prove an asylum for his old age . As a poet , his fame had reached the most distant coruers of the earth . He had enlarged ...
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... scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre 180 ib . 181 Written with a Pencil over the Chimney Piece in the Par- lour of the Inn at Kenmore , Taymouth 183 Written with a pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers , uear Loch Ness 183 The Whistle ...
... scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre 180 ib . 181 Written with a Pencil over the Chimney Piece in the Par- lour of the Inn at Kenmore , Taymouth 183 Written with a pencil , standing by the Fall of Fyers , uear Loch Ness 183 The Whistle ...
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92 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 !
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, '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?
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Blythe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But blate and laithfu', scarce can weel behave ; The mother, wi...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Man for a That IS there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end. Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
xvii ÆäÀÌÁö - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. 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...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Death ! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEA TH.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans A' plump and strapping, in their teens ; Their sarks instead o...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...