The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Volumes 1-2J. Sharpe, 1808 - Bookbinding |
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... blest ! Nae wonder that it pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass , that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ; Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof ...
... blest ! Nae wonder that it pride him ! Wha's ain dear lass , that he likes best , Comes clinkin down beside him ! Wi ' arm repos'd on the chair back , He sweetly does compose him ; Which , by degrees , slips round her neck , An's loof ...
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... blest this town ; Ye godly Brethren of the sacred gown , Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters ; And ( what would now be strange ) ye godly writers : A ' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo , Were ye but here , what would ye ...
... blest this town ; Ye godly Brethren of the sacred gown , Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters ; And ( what would now be strange ) ye godly writers : A ' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo , Were ye but here , what would ye ...
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... blest me wi ' a random shot O ' countra wit . This while my notion's taen a sklent , To try my fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , Hoolie ! I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw ...
... blest me wi ' a random shot O ' countra wit . This while my notion's taen a sklent , To try my fate in guid , black prent ; But still the mair I'm that way bent , Something cries , Hoolie ! I red you , honest man , tak tent ! Ye'll shaw ...
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... blest , compar'd wi ' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But , och ! I backward cast my e'e , On prospects drear ! An ' forward , tho ' I canna see , I guess an ' fear . A WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you SCOTISH ...
... blest , compar'd wi ' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But , och ! I backward cast my e'e , On prospects drear ! An ' forward , tho ' I canna see , I guess an ' fear . A WINTER NIGHT . Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you SCOTISH ...
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... blest ; Ev'n then , sometimes we'd snatch a taste Of truest happiness . The honest heart that's free frae a ' Intended fraud or guile , However fortune kick the ba❜ , Has ay some cause to smile , And mind still , you'll find still , A ...
... blest ; Ev'n then , sometimes we'd snatch a taste Of truest happiness . The honest heart that's free frae a ' Intended fraud or guile , However fortune kick the ba❜ , Has ay some cause to smile , And mind still , you'll find still , A ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 !
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...