The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: With a Memoir, Volumes 1-3Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... this cruel sporting ? - Mrs. C. I bear a heart shall support me still . - Burns . егр Thy frowns cannot fear me , thy smiles cannot cheer me.- Mrs. C. MY NANNIE , O. TUNE- My Nannie , O. The 4 ( 1776 . I DREAMED I LAY .
... this cruel sporting ? - Mrs. C. I bear a heart shall support me still . - Burns . егр Thy frowns cannot fear me , thy smiles cannot cheer me.- Mrs. C. MY NANNIE , O. TUNE- My Nannie , O. The 4 ( 1776 . I DREAMED I LAY .
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... TUNE - If he be a Butcher neat and trim . About this time ( 1781 ) Burns had met a young woman possessing many highly agreeable qualities , 1 A kind of cloth . 2 This piece appeared for the first time in Cromek's Rel iques , the editor ...
... TUNE - If he be a Butcher neat and trim . About this time ( 1781 ) Burns had met a young woman possessing many highly agreeable qualities , 1 A kind of cloth . 2 This piece appeared for the first time in Cromek's Rel iques , the editor ...
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... tune's favour , O ; Some cause unseen still stept between , to frus- trate each endeavour ,. O. Sometimes by foes I was o'erpowered , sometimes by friends forsaken , O ; And when my hope was at the top , I still was worst mistaken , O ...
... tune's favour , O ; Some cause unseen still stept between , to frus- trate each endeavour ,. O. Sometimes by foes I was o'erpowered , sometimes by friends forsaken , O ; And when my hope was at the top , I still was worst mistaken , O ...
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... o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third 34 1783 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY .
... o ' barley . CHORUS . Corn rigs , and barley rigs , And corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third 34 1783 THE RIGS O ' BARLEY .
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With a Memoir Robert Burns. MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third ditty we have also some particulars . It was a more serious and durable affair than either of the preceding . The heroine was a young woman acting as a ...
With a Memoir Robert Burns. MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY . TUNE- Gala Water . Of a third ditty we have also some particulars . It was a more serious and durable affair than either of the preceding . The heroine was a young woman acting as a ...
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Amang ance auld baith bard blaw blest blithe bonnie lass bonny braes braw Burns Burns's canna Cessnock charms dear death deil e'en e'er Epistle fair fate fear Fête Champêtre fortune frae Gavin Hamilton grace guid hame heart Heaven Highland honest honour ither John John Barleycorn Kilmarnock Laird lass Lord Mailie Mauchline maun mind monie Mossgiel mourn muckle Muse nae mair ne'er never night o'er out-owre owre Peggy pleasure plough poem poet poet's poor pride rhyme roar ROBERT BURNS round rustic sang Scotch Scotland Scottish sing skelpin song soul stanza sweet Syne tell tempests storming thee thegither There's thou Torbolton TUNE twa glancing sparkling unco verses wander weary weel Whigs whistle Whyles ye hae Ye'll ye're young
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Page 148 - 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 and bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And, " Let us worship God,
Page 149 - Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,...
Page 200 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 150 - THAT AND 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
Page 146 - 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 150 - 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...
Page 277 - There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. 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 flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Page 257 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, 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 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
Page 18 - Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May : The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My griefs it seems to join ; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine ! Thou Power Supreme whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm I rest ; they must be best.
Page 16 - 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.