The poetical works of Robert Burns, ed. by A. Smith. Vignette ed1901 |
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... lo'es me best of a ' 201 The Lovely Lass of Inverness 225 The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mis- A red , red Rose • 225 tress 201 Peggy's Charms How lang and dreary 202 The Auld Man Farewell thou Stream Contented wi ' little My Nannie's ...
... lo'es me best of a ' 201 The Lovely Lass of Inverness 225 The Lover's Morning Salute to his Mis- A red , red Rose • 225 tress 201 Peggy's Charms How lang and dreary 202 The Auld Man Farewell thou Stream Contented wi ' little My Nannie's ...
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... lo'es me Captain Grose O , once I lov'd a bonie Lass . A Bottle and Friend . I'll kiss thee yet Young Jockey The Dean of Faculty M'Pherson's Farewell 250 The five Carlins 251 My Harry was a Gallant gay 251 As down the Burn they took ...
... lo'es me Captain Grose O , once I lov'd a bonie Lass . A Bottle and Friend . I'll kiss thee yet Young Jockey The Dean of Faculty M'Pherson's Farewell 250 The five Carlins 251 My Harry was a Gallant gay 251 As down the Burn they took ...
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... lo'es best , Willie's awa ! O Willie was a witty wight , And had o ' things an unco slight ; Auld Reekie aye he keepit tight , An ' trig an ' braw : But now they'll busk her like a fright , Willie's awa ! The stiffest o ' them a ' he ...
... lo'es best , Willie's awa ! O Willie was a witty wight , And had o ' things an unco slight ; Auld Reekie aye he keepit tight , An ' trig an ' braw : But now they'll busk her like a fright , Willie's awa ! The stiffest o ' them a ' he ...
Page 173
... lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld ...
... lo'es the grass , The muirhen lo'es the heather ; But gie me a braw moonlight , And me and my love together . LASS , when your mither is frae hame , Might I but be sae bauld As come to your bower - window , And creep in frae the cauld ...
Page 190
... lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain ...
... lo'es the morning sun , To rouse the mountain deer , my jo ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen , Along the burn to steer , my jo ; Gie me the hour o ' gloamin grey , It maks my heart sae cheery O , To meet thee on the lea - rig , My ain ...
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aboon amang auld baith banks Bard Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest Blithe bonie lass bosom braes braw breast Burns canna cauld charms CHORUS claut dear dearest dearie Deil Dumfries e'en e'er Edinburgh Ellisland Ev'n ev'ry fair Farewell fate flower frae Gavin Hamilton glen grace gude hame heart Heaven Highland Highland laddie honest ilka John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun meikle monie morning Mossgiel Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er owre pleasure poems Poet poor pride rhyme roar sang Scotland sing skelpin song soul sweet Syne tear tell thee There's thine thro TUNE unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle whyles wife wild Willie wind winna ye'll ye're young
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Page 59 - That wee bit heap o" leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble An' cranreuch cauld ! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain : The best laid schemes o mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Page 185 - 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, thro' 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...
Page 247 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might,— Guid Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a
Page 64 - O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! 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 evening gale.
Page 45 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 97 - The doubling storm roars thro' the woods ; The lightnings flash from pole to pole ; Near and more near the thunders roll : When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze ; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing ; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. — Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi...
Page 96 - Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely ; And at his elbow souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither ; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi...
Page 63 - 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 ; Wi...
Page 62 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The shortening 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 labour 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. Hi. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th'...
Page 54 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.